I want to be eating honey from your hand In the Summerland Can we run through the grass and all the reeds And meet oh pretty please And we will dance to the songs that plague our heads In the Summerland And we will speak without saying anything Much of anything You know what I don't About the Summerland Oh you know what I don't About the Summerland About the Summerland That old wind rushing like it's always been In the Summerland Once you have come through the doors that look like trees There's no returning You know what I don't About the Summerland Oh you know what I don't About the Summerland About the Summerland Mmmm Mmmm Oh, da da da da Mmmm Mmmm Oh, da da da da How strange it is to not recollect all that Life had ever been You cannot know how you came or how to go From the Summerland And you know what I don't About the Summerland Oh you know what I don't About the Summerland About the Summerland Mmmm Mmmm Oh, da da da da Mmmm Mmmm Oh, da da da da