El Dorado

There’s a place we kids all dream about,

But never ever see;

A land of play and plenty

Where we’d really like to be.

And maybe when we’re free from school,

We’ll find a way to fly

To this schoolyard El Dorado

Just below the schoolyard sky.

I’m sure you once have dreamed of it,

And in your dreamy nights

You’ve seen a field of tennis balls,

Of frisbees and of kites,

Way up on the schoolhouse roof,

Where flying toys are blown

To this schoolyard El Dorado

That we’ve never ever known.

Just think of all the years gone by!

Just think of all the games!

Just think of all the toys that fly!

Just think of all their names:

The rubber-banded-rocket-ship,

The boomerang, the plane,

They’ve flown to El Dorado

And there they still remain.

I tell you, I will go one day:

To El Dorado’s heights.

And see the fields of tennis balls

Of frisbees and of kites.

And looking up, you’ll see me there,

Against the schoolyard clouds

In a schoolyard El Dorado

Where us kids are not allowed.

I’ll fill the sky with toys that fly;

I’ll throw them to the ground.

They’ll gladly land in open hands,

Like gold, they’ll tumble down.

And all will know that long ago

One kid once made his way

To the schoolyard El Dorado,

Where it's always Saturday.