For My Children - Lyrics
Puff Revisited
(* First 8 Lyrics and chorus by:
Leonard Lipton and Peter Yarrow.
Last 5 Lyrics written by: Steve Olweean)
(Lipton and Yarrow lyrics):
Puff, the magic dragon,
lived by the sea,
and frolicked in the autumn mist
in a land called Honalee.
Little Jackie Paper
loved that rascal Puff;
and brought him strings and sealing wax
and other fancy stuff. Oh,
Puff, the magic dragon,
lived by the sea
and frolicked in the autumn mist
in a land called Honalee.
Puff, the magic dragon,
lived by the sea
and frolicked in the autumn mist
in a land called Honalee.
Together they would travel
on a boat with billowed sail.
Jackie kept a lookout perched
on Puff’s gigantic tail.
Noble kings and princes
would bow whene’er they came.
Pirate ships would lower their flags
when Puff roared out his name. Oh,
Puff, the magic dragon,
lived by the sea
and frolicked in the autumn mist
in a land called Honalee.
Puff, the magic dragon,
lived by the sea
and frolicked in the autumn mist
in a land called Honalee.
A Dragon lives forever,
but not so little boys.
Painted wings and giant’s rings
make way for other toys.
One gray night it happened;
Jackie Paper came no more;
and Puff that mighty dragon,
he ceased his fearless roar.
His head was bent in sorrow;
green scales fell like rain.
Puff no longer went to play
along the cherry lane.
Without his life long friend
Puff could not be brave.
So Puff that mighty dragon
sadly slipped into his cave. Oh,
Puff, the magic dragon,
lived by the sea
and frolicked in the autumn mist
in a land called Honalee.
Puff, the magic dragon,
lived by the sea
and frolicked in the autumn mist
in a land called Honalee.
(Olweean written lyrics):
Many years would go by
as Puff slept in his lair.
Dragon dreams would fill the walls
with children everywhere.
Then one day he woke up
to a voice calling his name.
Someone standing near the door
was playing make-up games.
With one great leap he came out
rubbing both his eyes.
There was Danny – bearing gifts
of sunshine and blue skies.
All that’s good and noble
can’t always be perceived;
and even – magic – dragons can
exist in make believe.
Together then they flew off
to see the world once more;
and in the valley, – far below,
they all could hear this roar. Oh,
Puff, the magic dragon,
still lives by the sea,
and frolics in the autumn mist
in a land called Honalee.
Puff, the magic dragon,
lives by the sea,
and frolics in the autumn mist
in a land called Hon-a-lee.
Steve Olweean