I am going to the land of forever
 where the eye of Jupiter sleeps
 Oh I'm going to have flowers
 when I get home, when I get home
 
 I am on the eastern shores of never
 waiting for the ship to come in
 It's so cold, so shivering cold
 and it's warm back home, oh so warm
 
 I've been stranded here ever so long
 for years or maybe more
 or maybe minutes in the cycle of time
 and it's time to go back home, go back home
 
 The wind does howl on the shores of never
 ice grows like weeds in yon pasture
 I shrivel and die inside where I do abide
 my time till the ship comes to take me home
 
 I'm going to the land of forever
 where the eye of Jupiter sleeps
 oh I'm going to have flowers
 when I get home, when I get home.