The Last Of Oz

Golden roads and skies of glass Stories echo, moments pass Here in Oz, where dreams reside The last of magic, worldwide Winding streets beneath a warm sun Whispers of the past undone Lions, and witches, and a scarecrow's laugh Hold memories in their photograph But time moves on, shadows blend Is this the story's final bend? Hold tight to what's become so dear The last of Oz, forever near Oh, sing the song of the emerald land Where hope was born, held in your hand The last of Oz, a shining light Guiding souls through the night Fields of gold and skies so blue Heroes' tales forever true Farewells whispered on the breeze Dreams drift like leaves in trees But in our hearts, the magic stays Through every night and brightest days Keep the flame, hold it tight The last of Oz, burning bright Oh, sing the song of the emerald land Where hope was born, held in your hand The last of Oz, a shining light Guiding souls through the night Maybe someday, we'll return To see the fields that still burn In our dreams, we'll always find The magic of Oz, forever timeless So here's to the land we love Under stars shining above The last of Oz, in our song In our hearts, forever strong