• over the yellow brick road
    lies a land where horsemen rode
    a land of silver and gold
    a perfect land as if made from a mould
    thrown into the furnace and melted to form
    a land of milk and honey
    where the is never a storm
    the yellow brick road Dorothy was told to follow
    but our destination is beyond the trees hollow
    our destination is where horsemen rode
    in the land over the yellow brick road.