Little White Wings

Up in the clouds children play with dirty faces
As the white rabbits organise their own horse races
Music is playing from the strings of a harpsichord
As the king’s knight play with his silver sword
With their horses still racing to reach the finish line
So they can unlock the castle gates in time
For the angels and their guardians who are waiting
With gold angel dust which keeps evaporating
Towards the sugar plum fairies circling up above
Casting new magic spells of happiness and love

So all the bad dreams can float away and be free
With help from the enchanted wood and the blossom tree
Where the garden elves live with ladybirds and frogs
They keep the woods safe for the squirrels and hedgehogs
The elves are calling out for the rescue wizard
To bring his magic potions and his sidekick lizard
All magical life needs reviving in the wood
All bad things to be transformed into good
Children are listening for the one who sings
For all the fallen angels with little white wings.