(Music by Stefan Björnshög Lyrics by Kristoffer Göbel)
I can remember as a child
When no one could play with me
In the attic I would hide
Were my mind set me free
Up the stairs with my favourite toy
A dog with the softest of furs
All the days he gave me joy
And my fantasy took place
Walking trough the wakening woods
The treetop filters the sun
Beams of light cross my path
And it filled my soul with fun
Welcome to my magic forest
Were fantasy and truth collide
Welcome to my magic forest
There's need for you to hide
On the ground a carpet of green
That softens the narrow way
Creatures that you seldom see
Are whispering to me to stay
Underneath the old oak tree
Below the trailing root
A silver stream is floating free
Pouring tunes on its lusty flute
Welcome to my magic forest
Were fantasy and truth collide
Welcome to my magic forest
There's need for you to hide
It's all in the air
I feel their presence now
So divine and fair
Welcome to my magic forest
Were fantasy and truth collide
Welcome to my magic forest
There's need for you to hide
On meadows were I take my chance
The fog fills all the air
Elves seduce me with their dance
Surrounds me with golden hair
Slowly I return from sleep
Walls around me again
Just happiness and I won't weep
Just me and my best friend
When I was a child I had a secret hideout in
the attic in the house where I grew up. Sometimes I and my friends could
spend hours upon hours up there just goofing around, and when I was lonely
it was the perfect place to sit down and let imagination take me away to
the most beautiful places one could possibly imagine./Kristoffer