Oh! where do Fairies hide their heads,When snow lies on the hills—When frost has spoiled their mossy beds,And crystallized their rills?Beneath the moon they cannot tripIn circles o’er the plain;And draughts of dew they cannot sip,Till green leaves come again.When they return there will be mirth,And music in the air,And Fairy wings upon the earth,And mischief everywhere.The maids, to keep the Elves aloof,Will bar the doors in vain;No keyhole will be Fairy-proof,When green leaves come again.Thomas Haynes Bayly
Oh! where do Fairies hide their heads,When snow lies on the hills—When frost has spoiled their mossy beds,And crystallized their rills?Beneath the moon they cannot tripIn circles o’er the plain;And draughts of dew they cannot sip,Till green leaves come again.When they return there will be mirth,And music in the air,And Fairy wings upon the earth,And mischief everywhere.The maids, to keep the Elves aloof,Will bar the doors in vain;No keyhole will be Fairy-proof,When green leaves come again.Thomas Haynes Bayly
Oh! where do Fairies hide their heads,When snow lies on the hills—When frost has spoiled their mossy beds,And crystallized their rills?Beneath the moon they cannot tripIn circles o’er the plain;And draughts of dew they cannot sip,Till green leaves come again.When they return there will be mirth,And music in the air,And Fairy wings upon the earth,And mischief everywhere.The maids, to keep the Elves aloof,Will bar the doors in vain;No keyhole will be Fairy-proof,When green leaves come again.Thomas Haynes Bayly
Oh! where do Fairies hide their heads,When snow lies on the hills—When frost has spoiled their mossy beds,And crystallized their rills?Beneath the moon they cannot tripIn circles o’er the plain;And draughts of dew they cannot sip,Till green leaves come again.
Oh! where do Fairies hide their heads,
When snow lies on the hills—
When frost has spoiled their mossy beds,
And crystallized their rills?
Beneath the moon they cannot trip
In circles o’er the plain;
And draughts of dew they cannot sip,
Till green leaves come again.
When they return there will be mirth,And music in the air,And Fairy wings upon the earth,And mischief everywhere.The maids, to keep the Elves aloof,Will bar the doors in vain;No keyhole will be Fairy-proof,When green leaves come again.
When they return there will be mirth,
And music in the air,
And Fairy wings upon the earth,
And mischief everywhere.
The maids, to keep the Elves aloof,
Will bar the doors in vain;
No keyhole will be Fairy-proof,
When green leaves come again.
Thomas Haynes Bayly
Thomas Haynes Bayly