I'll take you there everyday.

Wrapped through the woods in mahogany,

There is a path where the dusk turns a fuzzy orange every evening;

Where the fireflies twirl around the pine trees and the crickets chirp into the night;

Some place where the mist dampens your legs and the pearly dewdrops hang over your woolly boots;

The cold wind brushing against your cheeks makes you want to wrap your face up in your furry scarf and wobble around like a snowman.

We can soar through honeycombed clouds and jump over mushrooms and I'll steady you if you fall over the edge of the world.

But don't lose yourself in there,

Because I'll be gone soon, too, okay friend?