nobody knows by donna earle

where the little bird goes...
nobody knows.
where the dragons fly,
is another sky.
where the spider spins,
in the misty glens,
thats a fairyland not meant for me,
not meant for you.
where the robin sleeps.
and the green snail creeps.
it's another land,
can't understand.
it's a magic place
where there's ivy lace,
in a secret wood.
if i only could...
i would go away,
with the birds
to play.