A story’s a friend who is always right there,
funny, and constant and faithful and fair.
Sharing a story, tucked safe on your knee,
there’s nowhere in the world that I’d rather be.
It’s time for a story! One, two, three!
A special time, for you and for me.
In pyjamas, all quiet, it’s my bedtime soon,
but before then a story will show me the moon.
If storm clouds come rolling and down comes the rain
a story can show me the sunshine again.
It’s time for a story! One, two, three!
A special time, for you and for me.
On a train or a bus or a hot air balloon
with a story my journey will be over soon.
A story’s more precious than silver or gold;
I own all the words that I’ve ever been told.
It’s time for a story! One, two, three!
A special time, for you and for me.
Casia Wiliam
