Hocus Pocus Come Little Children
Come little children I'll
take thee away into a land
of enchantment come little
children the times come to
play here in my garden of
shadows
Follow sweet children I'll
show the way through all the
pain and the sorrow weep not
poor children for life is
this way murdering beauty
and passion
Hush now dear children it
must be this way to weary of
life and deception rest now
my children for somewhere
away into the cold and the
quiet
Come little children I'll
take thee away into a land
of enchantment come little
children the times come to
play here in my garden of
shadows