There’s A Magic In The Distance, Where

Oh, Grown-ups Cannot Understand, And Grown-ups Never Will, How Short The Way To Fairyland Across The Purple Hill.

Your Dreamers May Dream It The Shadow Of A Dream, Your Sages May Deem It A Bubble On The Stream; Yet Our Kingdom Draweth Nigher With Each Dawn And Every Day, Through The Earthquake And The Fire Love Will Find Out The Way.

Luke Associates John With Peter In Acts, When, After The Resurrection, That Strange Boldness Had Come Upon The Disciples.

Your God Still Walks In Eden, Between The Ancient Trees, Where Youth And Love Go Wading Through Pools Of Primroses. And This Is The Sign We Bring You, Before The Darkness Fall, That Spring Is Risen, Is Risen Again, That Life Is Risen, Is Risen Again, That Love Is Risen, Is Risen Again, And Love Is Lord Of All.

Bring The Buds Of The Hazel-copse, Where Two Lovers Kissed At Noon; Bring The Crushed Red Wild-thyme Tops Where They Murmured Under The Moon.