I once met a Lion in a land of make-believe

And His mane seemed to fill the earth

Like the wind in the trees.

He smiled like the sunrise

And His roar was like the sea,

And He spoke with a world of tongues

And one was right for me.

 

And Lucy’s in the sky but she don’t need diamonds,

Flying while His eyes seem to flash like lightning,

Looking at the world from a different point of view;

And Peter’s got a sword, but he won’t misuse it,

Once you’ve found the truth, then you don’t want to lose it,

He can speak a word that will pierce your soul straight through.

 

I once saw a Lion on a road beyond the years,

And He scalded my eyes with a light

That could burn away my tears.

We plunged through a looking-glass

That overhung my mind,

And He showed me the truth at last

That had seemed so hard to find.

 

And Lucy’s in the sky but she don’t need diamonds,

Flying while His eyes seem to flash like lightning,

Looking at the world from a different point of view;

And Peter’s got a sword, but he won’t misuse it,

Once you’ve found the truth, then you don’t want to lose it,

He can speak a word that will pierce your soul straight through.

 

I once met a Lion in a land of make-believe,

And He told me He’d lead me beyond

If only I’d believe.

His jaws they were gentle

And His teeth they did not bite,

His yoke it is easy

And His burden is light.

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