Where the Wild Go Men Without Hats

I know a forest and a stream
Where the wild go
When there's nowhere left to dream

Unlearn everything you have been told
Make a wide turn
In the land of green and gold

And I like to play those games
I like, I like to play those games

I know a little babbling brook
Where the wild go
When there's nowhere left to look

Unlearn everything you need to know
Make a wise turn
In the land of green and gold

And I like to play those games
And I like, I like to play those games
Not thinking

Why do all the weak ones never know
What is happening to them
And why do all the strong ones always grow
Into stronger illusions