The Yellow Brick Road

Brightly goes

The yellow brick road

Winding up the lake that froze

Round the bushes of dainty rose

To the town that no one knows

Which sits at the end of the yellow brick road

There the children play

Wasting the whole day away

In the darling month of May

Where there they want to stay

To be happy, to be gay

Every minute of the day

So as the day ends

And the brick road bends

Into the unknown, they try to mend

What's left of all their happiness

Cause now the road is at an end