Come ye to me, all you wandering souls Come ye to me, those with nowhere to go Come ye to me, with a little pixie dust Come ye to me, Its magic or bust I’ll give you all purpose, a reason to live I’ll share with you magic, my gift to give I’ll set you all free, the princes and paupers I’ll pull out the plugs, holders and stoppers Join in the magic, be wild, and be free Come ye to me and be who you will be Come taste of a freedom nobody expected Stop feeling sorry, depressed and dejected […]
