Tom: F#5 F#5 A5 All in the golden afternoon full leisurely we glide B5 D5 For both our oars, with little skill, by little arms are plied F#5 A5 While little hands make vain pretence our wanderings to guide B5 D5 Our wanderings to guide F#5 A5 Ah, Cruel Three ! in such an hour, beneath such dreamy weather B5 D5 To beg a tale of breath too weak to stir the tiniest feather F#5 A5 Yet what can one poor voice avail against three tongues together B5 D5 Against three tongues together F#5 A5 Anon, to sudden silence won, in fancy they pursue B5 D5 The dream child moving through a land of wonders wild and new F#5 A5 In friendly chat with bird or beast - and half believe it true B5 D5 And half believe it true F#5 A5 And ever, as the story drained the wells of fancy dry B5 D5 And faintly strove that weary one to put the subject by F#5 A5 "The next time -- it is next time" the happy voices cry ! B5 D5 The happy voices cry ! F#5 A5 Thus grew the tale of wonderland, thus slowly one by one B5 D5 It's quaint events were hammered out - and now the tale is done F#5 A5 And home we steer a merry crew B5 D5 Beneath the setting sun.