There once lived a boy whit a painted foerhead
He took a stroll through the haunted forest
wanting to find the enchanted castle
It's not a, it not a, a fairy tale
dance with the wild
you're a child, your imagination
Run with the wind
You're a king of your own creation
nce on the grave of your dreams
It's not a fairy tale
Meanwhile back in the misty meadow
He found the path from an eloquent sparrow
fraid of jis fate and the creepy crawlies
Takes out his brush, paints a different story
It's not a, It's not a, a fairy tale
So dance whewe you're wild
e a child in your creation
ly through the wind
You're the king of imagination
nce on the grave of your dreams
It's not a fairy tale
nce whewe you're wild
e a child in your own creation
ly through the wind
You're the king of imagination
nce on the grave of your dreams
It's not a fairy tale
So dance whewe you're wild, you're a child
Your imagination
Run with the wind
You're the king of imagination
nce on the grave of your dreams
It's not a fairy tale
