At the bottom of my garden
beyond the wooden gate
There's a little grove of flowers
that's where you should wait
If you sit there very quiet
you just might get a chance
to see all the faeries
as they come out to dance
They will flit among the blossoms
and sip of honeyed dew
and if you're really still
they may settled upon you
As they glitter in the sunlight
and sparkle in the sun
they will stay there with you
until their dance is done
But you must be very quiet
for if a sound you speak
they will disappear in a twinkle
you'll not get another peek. |
