Faerie Queen
Over on the hillThere grows a flowerGrowing quicker stillMore perfect by the hourDeep within that flowerIs a tiny chairAll a-fringed with goldThe fairy queen sits there…
It is in her breathThat the wind does blowIt is in her heartAs pure as winter snowIt is in her tearsCrystal raindrops fallAnd within her yearsThat she is in us all…
*Oh dark eyesHelp me seeJust one lookShe is goneLook on meWe are oneFading with the setting sun…
As the willow bowsTo her majestyAll the forest flowersLove her mysteryWho would not admireWho does not adoreWho does not desireWho wishes to see more?