Andrew Davenport & Various Artists
in the night garden opening theme
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Led through the mist,
By the milk-light of moon,
All there is lost, is revealed.
Our long bygone burdens, mere echoes of the spring,
But where have we come, and where shall we end?
If dreams can't come true, then why not pretend?
Oh how the gentle wind,
Beckons through the leaves,
As autumn colors fall.
Dancing in a swirl,
Of golden memories,
The loveliest lies of all,
The loveliest, lies of all.