I have just come back from the land beyond the mountain This is not a story I was told When all the people are made out of wood They build their houses of bones Sail away, Oh sail away The edge of the world is near Sail away, Oh sail away from here I have just come back from the land beyond the mountain All the cigarettes are hand rolled Nothing is bought and nobody is sold And everything's made of gold I have just come back from the land beyond the mountain There a man with wounds I did see Said: I do not want to escape from reality I want reality to escape from me