| Welcome to the twilight zone |
| Where the starlight burns for a lonely soul |
| Where the sound of a whisper |
| Can melt the heart into a pot of gold |
| We have visions of many things |
| From Costa Rica to the burning ring |
| Oh will you stay outside |
| Like a castaway of a blond blue-eyed child |
| Oh Lordy, oh Lordy, oh, me oh my oh |
| Oh Lordy, oh Lordy, oh, me oh my |
| Oh with a shade of willow feel the wind blow |
| Hmmmm the white sails are bellowing |
| And we’ll ride the seven seas |
| You could be my lord, I could be your king |
| And turn the winter snow to Spring |
| And the sound of the forest |
| Send you off into a dreamless state |
| If you’re floating on an empty stream |
| I’ll wake you up with a cup of tea |
| I’ll bring you around |
| With my fingers through your hair |
| Oh Lordy, oh Lordy, oh, me oh my oh |
| Oh Lordy, oh Lordy, oh, me oh my |
| Oh with a shade of willow feel the wind blow |
| Hmmmm the white sales are bellowing |
| And we’ll ride the seven seas |
| Oh with a shade of willow feel the wind blow |
| Hmmmm the white sales are bellowing |
| And we’ll ride the seven seas |
| Oh with a shade of willow feel the wind blow |
| Hmmmm the white sales are bellowing |
| And we’ll ride the seven seas |
| Oh with a shade of willow feel the wind blow |
| Hmmmm the white sales are bellowing |
| And we’ll ride the seven seas |