The Promised Land


Now here I stand

Oh, in the morning sunshine,

Dreaming only of the promised land.



Somewhere, they say, beyond the great horizon,

Lies a beautiful island.

Everyone says he longs at heart for Shangri-La,

But that it's a nowhere-land, after all.

How I wonder why no one tries to sail out,

Looking for a strange paradise.



In my dreams, I've seen people there,

Exchanging words of love and care.

In the bright sunbeams, they're dancing with the birds

And they're singing all day long beside the streams.



One day, someday,

You'll surely find me sailing away

For the white beach of the promised land.



Now here we stand

Oh, in the burning sunset,

Talking only of the promised land.

I'm glad to know now I am not the only one--

I've got nice friends who share dreams with me.



We are so young; we've got some ma