Away over in Dixieland,   They paint dreams on the sky   I wish I could be over there   'Fore I run out of time   Climb onto the silver bird   Fly up into the, fly up into the sky      Away over in Dixieland   They paint dreams on the sky   And hey, Quasimodo can understand   This strange speak in riddles and rhymes      How come her hair's all done   Like a freshly ploughed field   She lives over in Dixieland   Where nothing is, where nothing is real      Away over in Dixieland   They paint dreams the sky   And hey, Quasimodo can understand   This strange speak in riddles and rhymes      Away over in Dixieland   They paint dreams on the sky   And hey, Quasimodo can understand   This strange speak in riddles and rhymes      There are mountains of broken dreams   Seed don't grow on the land   Moving pictures we've never seen   Scenes of sadness we see but we can't understand