Foreign Lands

Up into the cherry tree
Who should climb but little me?
I held the trunk with both my hands
And looked abroad on foreign lands

I saw the next-door garden lie
Adored with flowers before my eye
And many secret places more
That I have never seen before

I saw a dimpling river pass
And be the sky's blue looking-glass
The dusty roads go up and down
With people tramping in to town

If I could find a higher tree
Farther and farther I should see
To where the grown-up river slips
Into a sea among the ships

To where the roads on either hand
Lead onward into fairy land
Where all the childen dine at five
And where all the playthings come alive



Credits
Writer(s): Vegard Oyen, Vegard Oeyen
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