Perched upon the lap of hope, and northern slopes
Nestled in the wooded oak, a dream unfolds
Come and see
The confectionary
Very merry
The confectionary
The continued hum of notes, and needle pokes
Garland with a hint of snow, 'round the windows
chorus
You stir all the sweetened pots, and watch the clocks
The time has come to close the shop that time forgot....
