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