Tono: F
Introducción:
F#m A
All in the golden afternoon full leisurely we glide
B D
For both our oars, with little skill, by little arms are plied
F#m A
While little hands make vain pretence our wanderings to guide
B D
Our wanderings to guide
F#m A
Ah, Cruel Three ! in such an hour, beneath such dreamy weather
B D
To beg a tale of breath too weak to stir the tiniest feather
F#m A
Yet what can one poor voice avail against three tongues together
B D
Against three tongues together
F#m A
Anon, to sudden silence won, in fancy they pursue
B D
The dream child moving through a land of wonders wild and new
F#m A
In friendly chat with bird or beast - and half believe it true
B D
And half believe it true
F#m A
And ever, as the story drained the wells of fancy dry
B D
And faintly strove that weary one to put the subject by
F#m A
"The next time -- it is next time" the happy voices cry !
B D
The happy voices cry !
F#m A
Thus grew the tale of wonderland, thus slowly one by one
B D
It's quaint events were hammered out - and now the tale is done
F#m A
And home we steer a merry crew
B D
Beneath the setting sun.