It's a long long way to Canada It's a long way from bow chains Donkey venders slicing coconut No parkas to their name Black babies covered in baking flour The cook's got a carnival song Lay down someplace shady With Dreamland coming on Dreamland, dream on Dreamland Walter Raleigh, Chris Columbus Come a-marchin' out of the waves And they claim the beach and concessions In the name of the sun-tan slaves I wrapped their flag around me Like an Errol Flynn sarong And I laid down thinking national With Dreamland coming on Goodtime Mary and the lady soldiers Talking over a glass of rum Burning on the inside With a knowledge of things to come There's gambling out on the terrace Midnight rambling on the lawn As they lean towards temptation With Dreamland coming on In a plane flying back to winter With shoes full of tropic sand There comes a lady in a foreign flag On the arm of her Marlboro man The hawk howls in New York City Six-foot drifts on Myrtle's lawn As they push the recline buttons down With Dreamland coming on African sand on the Trade Winds On the sun on the Amazon As they lean towards temptation With Dreamland coming on