In the glowing light of a Summer sky,When the fields are clad in green.Oft in their midst, with a sunnier dye,May the Fairies’ Ring be seen!’Tis a circle formed by the tiny feetOf the Elves, as they dance around:When the moon rides high it is there they meet,And merrily tread the ground!William Jones
In the glowing light of a Summer sky,When the fields are clad in green.Oft in their midst, with a sunnier dye,May the Fairies’ Ring be seen!’Tis a circle formed by the tiny feetOf the Elves, as they dance around:When the moon rides high it is there they meet,And merrily tread the ground!William Jones
In the glowing light of a Summer sky,When the fields are clad in green.Oft in their midst, with a sunnier dye,May the Fairies’ Ring be seen!’Tis a circle formed by the tiny feetOf the Elves, as they dance around:When the moon rides high it is there they meet,And merrily tread the ground!William Jones
In the glowing light of a Summer sky,When the fields are clad in green.Oft in their midst, with a sunnier dye,May the Fairies’ Ring be seen!’Tis a circle formed by the tiny feetOf the Elves, as they dance around:When the moon rides high it is there they meet,And merrily tread the ground!
In the glowing light of a Summer sky,
When the fields are clad in green.
Oft in their midst, with a sunnier dye,
May the Fairies’ Ring be seen!
’Tis a circle formed by the tiny feet
Of the Elves, as they dance around:
When the moon rides high it is there they meet,
And merrily tread the ground!
William Jones
William Jones