Concept, the music is a concept
a boat beneath a sunny sky
lingering, in an evening of july
long, has paled sunny sky
echoes fade and the heroes die
alice is moving under skies
never seen by waking eyes
concept, the music is a concept
love was born of heavenly line
long undecided important choice
the mother's heart is mine
till of the beauty sensual voice
of innocence the garb she tooks
she gently pats the pony's side
the blushing mien downcast he looks
on which her idiot boy must ride
in a wonder, wonderland they lie
dreaming as the days go by
dreaming as the summers die
in these restrained and careful times
knowledge petrifies the rhymes
for the reckless fire men had
when it was witty to be mad
concept, the music is a concept
gods forbid it should be true
the first word that susan said
cry baby, rising from her bed
I'd gladly stay with you
of innocence the garb she tooks
she gently pats the pony's side
the blushing mien downcast he looks
on which her idiot boy must ride
nothing that can ease my pain
I should soon be back again
and how she ran and how she walked
and all that to herself she talked
in great and small, in round and square
it was alice, alice everywhere
oh, what a wretched mother I
here I will die, here I will die!