Legend Of A Girl Child Linda - Donovan

I will bring you gold apples and grapes made of rubies

That have shone in the eyes of a prince of the breeze.

Bright cascading crystals, they danced in the sand dunes

On the beach of no footprints to harpsichord tunes.

A throne of white ivory, a gown of white lace

Lies still in the magic of a timeless place.

One hundred small children, they laugh at the white doves

That rest on their hands with the touch of love.

On a hillside of velvet the children they lay down

And make fun of the grown-ups with their silly frown.

And the sound of their laughter is the sound of the green sea

As it washed around the foot of the seashell tree.

The doves circle over and land in the trees

Where parrots are talking their words with such ease.

Thus spoke three wizards to the young ones that day:

«There's sadness in the kingdom, make it go far away.»

If you follow the sunbeams through the valley of flowers

To the palace of the White Queen with it’s white jade towers.