All In The Golden Afternoon

[Verse 1]
All in the golden afternoon full leisurely we glide;
For both our oars, with little skill, by little arms are plied
While little hands make vain pretense
Our wanderings to guide (wanderings to guide, wanderings to guide ...)
Our wanderings to guide

[Verse 2]
Ah, cruel three! In such an hour, beneath such dreamy weather
To beg a tale of breath too weak to stir the tiniest feather!
Yet what can one poor voice avail, against three tongues together?
Against three tongues together

(Out wanderings to guide)

[Verse 3]
Anon, to sudden silence won, in fancy they pursue
The dream-child moving through a land of wonders wild and new
In friendly chat with bird or beast -- and half believe it true (half believe it true, half believe it true, ...)
And half believe it true

[Verse 4]
And ever, as the story drained the wells of fancy dry
And faintly strove that weary one to put the subject by
The next time -- "It is next time" the happy voices cry!
The happy voices cry!

[Verse 5]
Thus grew the tale of Wonderland, thus slowly, one by one
Its quaint events were hammered out -- and now the tale is done
And home we steer (I can't believe it's true)
A merry crew
Beneath the setting sun