IN FAIRYLAND
The fairy poet takes a sheetOf moonbeam, silver white,His ink is dew from daisies sweet,His pen a point of light.My love, I know is fairer farThan his, (though she is fair,)And we should dwell where fairies areFor I could praise her there.
The fairy poet takes a sheetOf moonbeam, silver white,His ink is dew from daisies sweet,His pen a point of light.My love, I know is fairer farThan his, (though she is fair,)And we should dwell where fairies areFor I could praise her there.
The fairy poet takes a sheetOf moonbeam, silver white,His ink is dew from daisies sweet,His pen a point of light.
The fairy poet takes a sheet
Of moonbeam, silver white,
His ink is dew from daisies sweet,
His pen a point of light.
My love, I know is fairer farThan his, (though she is fair,)And we should dwell where fairies areFor I could praise her there.
My love, I know is fairer far
Than his, (though she is fair,)
And we should dwell where fairies are
For I could praise her there.