Lost things are what I collect
And stars are what I connect
Free in the breeze, simply flying
And on the ground, I'm always creating
Where did this girl come from?
And in our little land, she has come
She wears a nightgown of pale blue
And you taught her how we flew
You taught her how to trust,
And forced me to give her some of my dust
I refused, for why should I help this girl
But you begged for me to help her
I'll be Tinkerbell for you
And she's your beloved wendy
I stayed through thick and thin, just for you
But you still chose her instead of me.