Went to church in a red row boat and the minister was a giraffe
Sang a song about the sky coming down
And ate pikelets with a warthog
The choir master was a pink hare
And the organist a green cockatoo
The sun was purple and it rained roses all night long
And when it had ended we all went home
Trailing streamers made of clouds
Tumbling into our sweet feather pillows
I tucked myself into bed
And as I drifted off to sleep
The angel stained glass window stepped out of its frame and said
There’s a castle in the sky with liquid gold moat
It has endless rooms and chessboard courts
Fountains made of chocolate
And King as wise as an oak
And every Thuesday beside the cotton candy stream
He lays out a tea so high so fair you wouldn’t dare to dream
And you’ll never believe the best part
What I whispered drowsily as the moon raised its head
And then
On the wind of a fair trumpet I heard the call
Come one come all it said
Come one come all to the dancing hall
For the high tea is open for big and small
And large and tall and wintet and fall
Come come answer the call
The king of the castle would dine with you
What shall I tell him yet?

The sweet realm of sleep invaded my head and I was drowned in sunlight
But ever the echo it haunted me
What shall I tell him yet
Oh what shall I tell him yet.