| Where moonbeams cast it shadows where fairies lite and glow You'll find a lovely maiden asleep dreaming in a garden about her true love In her dreams he calls to her from the heavens night winds carries his voice falling gently upon her ears she hears laughter and experiences love When the golden daffodils come blooming then her true love her knight will come as she sleeps among fragnant flowers soon her wait be no more Many knights come to her garden but then go their way for her dreams is the voice she hears whispering from that far away place Awake my fair maiden your true knight has come only that voice she recognizes only that voice will she hear calling A voice that floats on the breeze that flows through the garden path that calls her from the heavens not even the stars would compare When the voice she dreams of answers then the fair maiden will awake til' then the dream of dreams she'd have in the gardens of true love awaiting her true knight |
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| Sleeping Maiden |
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