I. Every night I fly away
In the land where dreams come true
Under my feet there’re clouds to lay
The heaven’s beside me,
I’m trying to find it
The valley where I feel for you.
A nightingale composes our story
Our play with the beauty and the beast
Here reign prosperity and Glory
In the paradise we’ll be
Our souls, just you and me
Pain of parting will be ceased.
Ch.
Sing me, a bird, about this land
About the valley beyond where we are
Time in despair vanishes like sand
But not in Shangri-La