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(Verse 1)
In a workshop old and dim,
Where dreams take flight on whim,
A toymaker works through night,
Crafting wonders, pure delight.
Wood and paint, gears and strings,
Tiny soldiers, dolls, and wings,
With each stroke, a heart he brings,
To the toys, and songs they sing.
(Chorus)
When the moon is high and bright,
Magic stirs within the night,
Toymaker’s dreams come alive,
In his world, they start to thrive.
(Verse 2)
Marionettes dance with grace,
Clockwork creatures find their pace,
Dolls with eyes that softly gleam,
Living out the toymaker’s dream.
Tiny trains and spinning tops,
Come to life when daylight stops,
Every toy a story tells,
In the night, their laughter swells.
(Chorus)
When the moon is high and bright,
Magic stirs within the night,
Toymaker’s dreams come alive,
In his world, they start to thrive.
(Bridge)
In the silence, whispers grow,
From the toys, a gentle glow,
Toymaker smiles, his heart aglow,
Watching as his wonders flow.
(Verse 3)
Soldiers march with steady beat,
Dolls and teddies softly greet,
In this world of pure delight,
Every toy shines in the night.
Carousel horses prance and play,
Underneath the moon’s soft ray,
Toymaker’s joy, pure and true,
In their eyes, the magic grew.
(Chorus)
When the moon is high and bright,
Magic stirs within the night,
Toymaker’s dreams come alive,
In his world, they start to thrive.
(Verse 4)
Tin soldiers guard with might,
Spinning tops take joyous flight,
Porcelain dolls with eyes so bright,
Whisper secrets through the night.
Toy trains weave on silver tracks,
As if never turning back,
Stuffed bears join the midnight dance,
In a world of pure romance.
(Chorus)
When the moon is high and bright,
Magic stirs within the night,
Toymaker’s dreams come alive,
In his world, they start to thrive.
(Verse 5)
Rocking horses softly neigh,
Fairy dolls begin to play,
In this land where dreams are spun,
Toymaker’s heart beats as one.
Wooden ships sail on moonbeams,
Puppets act out silent dreams,
Each creation, filled with love,
Blessed by stars that shine above.
(Chorus)
When the moon is high and bright,
Magic stirs within the night,
Toymaker’s dreams come alive,
In his world, they start to thrive.
(Outro)
Morning comes, the magic fades,
Toys return to still parades,
But each night, they’ll rise once more,
In the toymaker’s heart and lore.
(Outro)
Morning comes, the magic fades,
Toys return to still parades,
But each night, they’ll rise once more,
In the toymaker’s heart and lore.
In his dreams, they’ll always be,
Living out their fantasy,
Toymaker’s legacy will stay,
In the night, they come to play.
[End]
