מילים לשיר All In The Golden Afternoon – Alphaville

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