The boy walked out and he couldn't believe his eyes
A flock of sheep were floating through the skies
Followed by a shepherd going along for the ride
The boy wondered what was going on
So he walked through this land with the creature by his side
To his left was a painter, painting the tides
And to his right a pack of wolves did cry
To the rise and fall of the moon
And they entered the forest and the trees they hung low
Everything was dark and nothing there did grow
Apart from a single yellow rose that the boy put in his hair
And out of the forest, the snow it did fall
The creature held the boy away from the storm
As out of the snow appeared an empty platform
And they waited patiently for a train.