I think I was about five or six when I chose my own Happyland; Certain of what it would be Which way to take? I had no idea! So I looked for the map that could lead me there and I found it nowhere Cuz the only brain that could trace it down was Mine The journey to my Happyland I found the way to Home I went across the Channel, the Baltic Sea, Through grey or green, on mountains, in valleys Guided by my passion, my energy And this will to see more and see and see! Eager to discover, hear and speak, and share, and build, And build and build! With each new taste of dream a bit of my own World The mist is fading away Can see what will be taken away From me The journey to my Happyland I found the way to Home And the hardest the wind blew The closest it took me from the land And the hardest the wind blew The furthest it took me from you (x2) The mist has faded away Can see what has been taken away From me The journey to my Happyland I found the way to Home