Post by Tin Man on Aug 22, 2005 10:45:49 GMT -5
Let me tell you a tale, my friend;
Let me spin you a yarn, and then
You will believe in more than mortal men;
All I ask is - your ear you lend.
A tale full of magic and mystery,
No unbeliever will you be
After I sing of the small Faerie;
Of course, that is, if you pay my fee.
The tiniest of all the magical things,
And one most adept to flying on wings
That beat so fast they seem to sing;
Promises of joy they bring.
If one should hap to dance around
And let her footsteps touch the ground,
In that place there will be found
A Faerie ring, mushrooms in round.
If you come across their bath,
You will raise their tiny wrath,
But they will send you on your path
With a blessing, and merry laugh.
If you should hear a Faerie song,
Happy or sad, short or long,
It will move your heart along;
To laugh, or cry, or right a wrong.
Before I go, before I leave,
Before I end these words I weave,
I must urge you not to grieve -
If you wish to see, you must first believe.
Let me spin you a yarn, and then
You will believe in more than mortal men;
All I ask is - your ear you lend.
A tale full of magic and mystery,
No unbeliever will you be
After I sing of the small Faerie;
Of course, that is, if you pay my fee.
The tiniest of all the magical things,
And one most adept to flying on wings
That beat so fast they seem to sing;
Promises of joy they bring.
If one should hap to dance around
And let her footsteps touch the ground,
In that place there will be found
A Faerie ring, mushrooms in round.
If you come across their bath,
You will raise their tiny wrath,
But they will send you on your path
With a blessing, and merry laugh.
If you should hear a Faerie song,
Happy or sad, short or long,
It will move your heart along;
To laugh, or cry, or right a wrong.
Before I go, before I leave,
Before I end these words I weave,
I must urge you not to grieve -
If you wish to see, you must first believe.