The King of the Fairies
Down in the village of EarlstonLully lullayTrue Thomas plays upon his harpHe turns his face to the skyLully lullayWith a story, sad story to tell
Oh, oh, one more songOh, oh, for two years I've been ridingThree hundred miles from my homeMy love is calling meMy son is calling meI can hear them calling me home
Seven years have passed and goneLully lullayTrue Thomas cries above his harpThe gates of faerie are closedLully lullayFor ever True Thomas will say
Oh, oh, one more songOh, oh, for two years I've been ridingThree hundred miles from my homeMy love is calling meMy son is calling meI can hear them calling me home
I left my family and friendsSince centuriesBecame the king of the fairiesI slept on silver and goldRoses opened for youI was the king of the fairies
I left my family and friendsSince centuriesBecame the king of the fairiesI slept on silver and goldRoses opened for youI was the king of the fairies
Under Eildon oak treeDragons have golden wingsRivers are made of milkHoney and wine are flowing
You shall hold your tongueYou shall keep it to yourselfYou shall hold your tongueYou shall keep it to yourself
Under Eildon oak treeDragons have golden wingsRivers are made of milkHoney and wine are flowing
You shall hold your tongueYou shall keep it to yourself