Maureen

She hear the angels piping in the breeze And she see the fairies dancing on the trees And she run to her mum to tell her what she's seen But mum of course does not believe Maureen. Her mother says to Maureen my dear child Your imagination on you has been running wild Your fairies and angels invisible to me And you fantasize on what you hear and see. A child's imagination is a marvellous thing She see the fairies dance and hear the angels sing And things come to life when Maureen visualize And her stories real to her to us seem lies. The world's a marvel in young children's eyes They see the paradise beyond the skies But as we age and as the years go by The innocence of childhood in us die. The four year old Maureen to her mother run to say I see the fairies dance again today But her mother says the fairies that you see Will always be invisible to me.