Cloudland

At dawn we'll ride, my children

Up to where day touches night

Where starlight brushes daytime's fingers

And kisses our cheeks mid-flight.

Wild geese come up to greet us
Albatross says hello,
The wind is our dear brother
and guide to the sights below.

The cloud people will hear us coming

And lay out a welcome feast

of sky-berries, with cloud-cream

(the best comes from the northeast).

We'll ride like kings and queens, dear daughter,

Crow and whoop like jesters, son,

Find our way among the peaks and

down valleys that are sugar - spun.

Then when our ride is ending

And evening is drawing near,

I'll hold you both close to me

and whisper in your ears.

You are the prince of Cloudland

and the princess of the sky

The world is made for you my loves,

so reach out, reach out, and fly.