"Meet me in our secret place

Meet me in our hiding spot
Where we can trace
Our wildest thoughts


Meet me in our secret place

All the way out by the old oak tree
Confined with a sack of old, silky lace
To cover our faces by that tree


Meet me in our secret place

That place where our imaginations flow
To worlds we never knew we could see face to face
Worlds where life seems like it forever grows


Our secret place is where we’ll go

So we can dance in the moonlit snow
Together, and hand in hand
My sisters and I will dance


Meet me in our secret place

Where joy will stand above that willowy oak
We’ll dress up in our secret place
Long, elegant dresses and short, woolly cloaks


We’ll live forever in that secret place

You and I, we will
We’ll grow old in that secret place
Until our imaginations still


Meet me in our secret place

Meet me in our hiding spot
Where soon we can forever trace
Our wildest, ever-wandering thoughts"