_Come board the boat for Phantom-land--
Come join the merry crew;
Come board the boat for Phantom-land
That lies acalling you._
Oh throw away the red-shot day--
The broken, weary night--
And come with me across the sea
To where you lift the light
Of Phantom-land of Phantom-land,
Uprising from the blue,
With mountains green and castles
That stand acalling you.
It doesn’t cost a single cent
To join the joyous band;
You needn’t spend a penny
To reach the sunny land;
So come away at close o’ day
Or in the morning dew,
To Phantom-land to Phantom-land
That lies acalling you.
And they who once have been there--
Who’ve trod the laughing hills,
They’re always going back there--
From roil and toil and ills:
And when they come to Earth again--
(I cross m’ heart, it’s true),
They sing the praise o’ Phantom-land
That lies acalling you.