A long way from snow chains,
Donkey vendors slicing coconut,
No park is to their needs.
Black babies covered in baking flour
The cook's got a carnival song
Come a -marching out of the waves
In the name of the sun -tanned slaves
I wrap that flag around me
Like a daughter fill a moose around
And I lay down, thinking national
But dreamland, come land, dreamland,
dreamland, dreamland, dreamland
Good time marrying a fortune hunter
All dressed up to follow the drums
Mary in a feather hula -hoop,
Old Saint, Old Sinner shining,
Heed those trumpets all night long,
Rocked up on a samba beat
Dar baby in the great white wonder
Talking over a glass of rum
as they lead toward temptation,
with dreamland coming on,
In shoes full of tropic sand
The hawk howls in New York City
Six foot drifts on Myrtle's lawn
As they pushed the reclined button down
African sand on the trade winds
and the sun on the Amazon
As they push the Birdland mountain down
with the Dreamland coming on