There is a castle on a cloud.
I like to go there in my sleep.
Aren't any floors for me to sweep,
Not in my castle on a cloud.

There is a room that's full of toys.
There are a hundred boys and girls.
Nobody shouts or talks too loud,
Not in my castle on a cloud.

There is a lady all in white,
holds me and sings a lulaby.
she's nice to see and soft to touch.
She says, Coset, I love you very much.

I know a place where no one's lost.
I know a place where no one cries.
Crying at all is not aloud,
Not in my castle on a cloud.