Victor Herbert - Toyland - текст песни (слова)

2  When you've grown up, my dears,
 There comes a dreary day.
 When 'mid the locks of black appears
 The first pale gleam of gray, my dears, 
 The first pale gleam of gray.
 Then of the past you'll dream
 As gray-haired grown-ups do,
 And seek once more
 Its phantom shore,
 The land your childhood knew!
 Your childhood knew. 
 Chorus