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
'Cause 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
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