Come little children

Come little children,
I'll take thee away,
into a land of enchantment.
Come little children, the time's come to play,
Here in my garden
of shadows
Follow sweet children
I'll show thee the way
Through all the pain and
the sorrows
Weep not poor children,
For life is this way.
Murdering beauty and
passions
Hush now dear children,
It must be this way
To weary of life and
deceptions
Rest now my children,
For soon we'll away,
Into the calm and
the quiet
Come little children,
I'll take thee away,
into a land of enchantment
Come little children,
The time's come to play.
Here in my garden
of shaaaaaaaaaadooooowwwsssss...