COSETTE:

There is a castle on a cloud,

I like to go there in my sleep,

Aren't any floors for me to sweep,

Not in my castle on a cloud.



There is a room that's full of toys,

There are a hundred girls and boys,

Nobody shouts or talks too loud,

Not in my castle on a cloud.



There is a lady all in white,

Holds me and sings a lullaby,

She's nice to see and she's soft to touch,

She says,