All through the happy Childhood land
They travel the Shining Way,
The children fresh from the dawn of life,
With never a thought but play.
There’s never a care ’neath the shining hair
Where the sunrise stores its beams;
The wind that blows is the wind of morn
From the shore of the Sea of Dreams.
There’s no other way so glad and sweet,
And no other sky so blue,
And the joy of the road to the children is
That nothing but dreams come true.
There are great dream meadows and purple hills
That only the children know;
They can tell where the tall dream cities rise,
And the sweet dream flowers grow.
So on they pass by the milestone years,
To the land where the grown folks stay,
And only once is the journey made
On the wonderful Shining Way.