I tell you now of a dream I had 
one night in California
At five o'clock on a Monday morning 
hours after Easter day 
I saw myself with my friends together 
playing music on a shore
I listened close for to my amazement
'twas a tune I'd never heard before

The fiddle played it oh so clearly
the whistle blew that haunting sound
The bodhran drummed and the bones were clicking
As the village folk all gathered 'round
Little people danced before us
little footprints in the sand
They all wore smiles and they sang together,
oh I felt a sense of heaven land, they sang

 I walked on into night
Felt the marsh up to my brow
I came to a castle high 
standing there before me
Thank you for coming by 
a gentle voice did say
the king and queen would like to meet you; 
would you kindly come this way

I listened to them tell me stories 
underneath the willow tree
Listen now you must all remember 
the way that living used to be
The total harmony of people, 
the closeness of the family
It's the greatest time to be alive 
but you must learn to live not just survive

Just before I bid farewell 
a little man walked up to me
He said share the stories with the children
they've forgotten who they used to be
Remind them of the wee folk living
dancing down below their feet
We're not a myth and we live in castles 
with gold to pawn
- I said gold - he said slan-
But don't forget, learn to live not just survive!