In the land of Bohemia, dreams abound.
Awe and wonder, without a sound.
Where stormy skies o'er rolling hills
meet stoic lakes with battle wills;
Where poppies pop
and dew drops drop;
Where secrets dwell
but never tell;
Where blue meets green without a pause,
where Heaven yields to Water's laws;
Where mist and fog roll in at night,
in Bohemia, my dreams take flight.
In the land of Bohemia, dreams abound.
Awe and wonder, without a sound.
Awe and wonder, without a sound.
