A distant chime, a song, a note,
A tangled mane, a two-head goat,
Doleful drumbeats in the night,
And in the forest a flash of light.
A golden-haired foster child,
A fox that comes, even though it�s wild,
A babe who screams at holy water,
The vanishing of the horses� fodder,
After seven years, a man comes home,
Says danced in the mound, one night alone,
A sighting of the little men,
None to proclaim just where or when,
A man who sees his wife, who�s dead,
A woman who�s been pixie led,
All the proof that faes are here,
But it�s enough to cause me fear.