My Grannie told us tales when we were young
of walking through the marsh to a forest
A light would shine in the distance
guiding them safely as if from shrubs they hung
Grannie spoke soft and low
Her brogue spinning tales of the long ago
Of fairy rings deep in the dale
Strange lights yellow - green - blue making a hazy trail
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Fairies in a huddle
Talking in a strange tongue only they knew
A skip and a dance
that would made you fall into a trance
Fox-fire and ball lightning they held in their hands
juggling as they laughed at man's silly plan
They began their chant
Will of the wisp - will of the wisp - will of the wisp
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Sounds in the wind whispered with a lisp
Flickering lamps skipped over the way
Brighten the path with phenomenon lights
protecting and guiding to the break of day
Fairy tales - some scary - some fun
As a child with an active imagination
these stories always brought a great sensation
I never saw the Will of the Wisp - except in my mind