Oh, grown-ups cannot understand, And grown-ups never will, How short the way to fairyland Across the purple hill.
The loom of years. The flower of old Japan. The forest of wild thyme. Forty singing seamen (ed. 1913)
Oh, grown-ups cannot understand, And grown-ups never will, How short the way to fairyland Across the purple hill.
The loom of years. The flower of old Japan. The forest of wild thyme. Forty singing seamen (ed. 1913)