Little Erin by E.R. Myers
this is music by Michael Convertino Snow white 2001 opening movie it about story little Erin mother
Will you meet friends where your odyssey end
Will they have spots or polka-dots or
purple noses.
Ooh-whatever you do
Please let me dream along with you
What kind of dream will you dream,
Little Nemo
What kind of dream will be yours tonght
Where will you go
Do you know, Little Nemo
what will you do on mystic
midnight flight
Are you gonna sail on an ocean of rainbow
Or will you glide on butterfly
And when you land, will it go as you plan, Little Nemo
Or will the dream you're dreaming go awry
Oh, Little Nemo, you take the prize
All you do is close your eyes and fantasize
Kaleidoscop-ical, sterioptical dreams come to you!
What mes-miraculous magic to you!
What dazzling delights will you sight, Little Nemo
What whimsical word will you be yours to view
I'd give a lot, all I've got, just to go where you go
Oh, Little Nemo, I wanna be there, too!
Wish I could go to Slumberland with you
-little nemo by Melissa Manchester
Prologue
This is the story about love and dreams, and how faith and powerful
than wickedness and adversity.
For the story you are about to be told, took place during an age of true heroes and terrible villains.
A perilous time where if one's beliefs and faith differed from the more egotistical higher authorities, in those times of fear and sorrow, one had to find the strength and faith to face a new day...
There once upon a time in Ancient times the Roman empire
stretched from the wild of Caledonia to the magnificent Mediterranean as far as the Arabian desert, tightening it's grip on what would soon be known as the holy land.
in the water river with trees and the ravens fly away in the live the Roman Britian city a beautiful young noble woman named Laurentia she pregnant she so grateful heart
one day Laurentia and his three year old son Fane pick the flowers for roman festivals and pricked her finger with roses thorns. There drops of blood fell into the water river she looked the roman soldiers and the roman centurions marching she thought her son ''It only my son Fane I have a daughter with love as dream with Capella the star as the Roman centurion with spring as dance as brown hair as heaven.''
Soon it was Spring time Laurentia was happy and cry at the miracle newborn baby girl who was as brown hair as heaven with spring as dance with love as dream with Capella the star as the Roman centurion, ''mother'' Fane ask mother 'what her name' ''Erin'' said Laurentia 'Erin I love that name though Roman centurion name Quirinus smile 'perfect my love Little Erin'' suddenly dark cloud with moon night the raven quoth two times on the tree Laurentia very ill after birth Quirinus cried ''Laurentia what wrong all you right'' ''MOTHER'' Fane crying and yelling 'QUICK BRING THE WATER FOR HEAD'' baby Erin crying crying Quirinus hold Laurentia head with bed and cry tear with eye ''Laurentia please don't go my love Laurentia'' Quirinus heart broken wife Laurentia she died at child birth.
Three days later the roman people wearing black mourning at funeral all the roman tombs cemetery Laurentia buried ''I really going miss you my love'' Quirinus said crying with tears eye and hold baby Erin ''I well come back visit you with all flowers for festivals'' Quirinus his son Fane and baby daughter Erin as well and faith.
Quirinus smile walking round hold baby Erin outside at villa garden ''my little Erin your mother in heaven right now with angels'' Quirinus tell baby Erin story with adventures spiritual friendships and the young maiden who love the roman centurion and before The Last Enemy, or the Greatest Love.
Laurentia dying at childbirth and the funeral three days later before Quirinus crying at beloved wife.
Fear no more the heat o' the sun
Nor the furious winters' rages
Thou thy worldly task hast done
Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust
The sceptre, learning, physic, must
All follow this and come to dust
Fear no more the frown o'th great
Thou art past the tyrant's stroke
Care no more to clothe and to eat
to thee the reed is as the oak
The sceptre, learning, physic, must
All follow this and come to dust
All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee and come to dust