Little girl, little girl

Little girl, little girl
Please don't be sad

I'll turn the zephyr into cotton candy
and twirl it by a wand of glass for you to taste
I'll show you the secret place where they make dreams
so you can pick out the ones you love the most
I'll build castles for you under the rainy sky
with paper boxes made of your pulsating memories

Little girl, little girl
Please don't be sad

I'll drown the streets in paint, slice them into pages
and bind them into your bright new colouring book
I'll tell you bedtime tales of little men in green
cavorting in silver suits, burning batteries and flying discs
I'll steal moments from the tyranny of your clocks
and string them into anklets that rhyme with your dancing feet

Little girl, little girl
Please don't be sad

I'll fly you away from the relentless concrete
and tie up the blurry evening to your window
I'll carve a zigsaw puzzle out of the boring afternoon
so you can make shapes of it as you please
I'll take you to the distant shores of the breezy blue sea
and write poetry for you in the sand

Little girl, little girl
Please don't be sad

For, if it all fails,
I'll make a song of our story,
set it to life's endless music
and gather the world to sing it for you
until you smile.