THE PIPER
YOU laid your slender fingers,Your fingers long and brown,Upon the pipes, and lured meFar from the stolid town.You piped me to the greenwood,And there, when grace was said,We brake and ate togetherThe fairy’s secret bread.Oh then my ears were openedAnd magically I heardThe small leaves talk together,The gossip of a bird.Bewitched? There is no telling:But always, till I’m dead,I’ll hear your silver pipingAnd eat your fairy bread.
YOU laid your slender fingers,Your fingers long and brown,Upon the pipes, and lured meFar from the stolid town.You piped me to the greenwood,And there, when grace was said,We brake and ate togetherThe fairy’s secret bread.Oh then my ears were openedAnd magically I heardThe small leaves talk together,The gossip of a bird.Bewitched? There is no telling:But always, till I’m dead,I’ll hear your silver pipingAnd eat your fairy bread.
YOU laid your slender fingers,Your fingers long and brown,Upon the pipes, and lured meFar from the stolid town.
You piped me to the greenwood,And there, when grace was said,We brake and ate togetherThe fairy’s secret bread.
Oh then my ears were openedAnd magically I heardThe small leaves talk together,The gossip of a bird.
Bewitched? There is no telling:But always, till I’m dead,I’ll hear your silver pipingAnd eat your fairy bread.