My 2015 interpretation of Lewis Carroll’s book ‘The Adventures of Alice in Wonderland’. The book was first published 150 years ago in1865:
Alice she could dance and sing, tug on your heart strings.
Alice oh she could be wild, she was quite a spoilt child.
Chorus: Alice she went down, deep underground,
Alice she went down, down, down, down.
Alice could dance a minuet, steel the hearts of all she met.
Alice she was held in awe, gliding around the ballroom floor.
Alice how she would dream, in the meadow, in the woods, beside the stream.
Alice created in her thoughts, creatures, scenes of all sorts.
Alice took tea upon the green, it was quite the surreal scene.
Alice and all her friends were there, presiding was the mad March hare.
Alice now she has grown, her friends have all gone home.
Alice a charade is what you are, reality for you a step too far.
George Whitfield: Whistle
David Jacob: Fiddles
Paul: Guitars, Banjo, Vocals