But we that live in FairylandNo sickness know, nor pain;I quit my body when I will,And take to it again.Our shapes and size we can convertTo either large or small,An old nut-shell’s the same to usAs is the lofty hall.We sleep in rose-buds soft and sweet,We revel in the stream,We wanton lightly on the wind,Or glide on a sunbeam.Old Ballad
But we that live in FairylandNo sickness know, nor pain;I quit my body when I will,And take to it again.Our shapes and size we can convertTo either large or small,An old nut-shell’s the same to usAs is the lofty hall.We sleep in rose-buds soft and sweet,We revel in the stream,We wanton lightly on the wind,Or glide on a sunbeam.Old Ballad
But we that live in FairylandNo sickness know, nor pain;I quit my body when I will,And take to it again.Our shapes and size we can convertTo either large or small,An old nut-shell’s the same to usAs is the lofty hall.We sleep in rose-buds soft and sweet,We revel in the stream,We wanton lightly on the wind,Or glide on a sunbeam.Old Ballad
But we that live in FairylandNo sickness know, nor pain;I quit my body when I will,And take to it again.
But we that live in Fairyland
No sickness know, nor pain;
I quit my body when I will,
And take to it again.
Our shapes and size we can convertTo either large or small,An old nut-shell’s the same to usAs is the lofty hall.
Our shapes and size we can convert
To either large or small,
An old nut-shell’s the same to us
As is the lofty hall.
We sleep in rose-buds soft and sweet,We revel in the stream,We wanton lightly on the wind,Or glide on a sunbeam.
We sleep in rose-buds soft and sweet,
We revel in the stream,
We wanton lightly on the wind,
Or glide on a sunbeam.
Old Ballad
Old Ballad