In oldest Ireland was a valley deep
Where those now gone would go
They told of a land of the little folk
Sung about for years of it it's so
Thickest woods and trees of clouds
So closesly these trees would stand
Where the softest moss would grow
Many a song told of love so grand
No soul ever ventured told a song
Where moon came an hour or two
And there any sunlight but for awlile
Came as if shy in tallest trees through
One game had once took there a look
Came home after a years time passed
Telling of romance he'd not ever known
Where grandest ever love for life to last
Said he wonded off got lost one short day
Could not find the way back in that to be
He dreamed of a romance found in glance
In the deepest valley of the tallest ever tree
Where fire flies made the smallest of lights
And they there free never aged with the time
Of romance none had dreamed of everywhere
Nobody claimed for life your only ever mine
The stories created many songs of such love
Telling of love around to be found on ground
That seldom they there saw the clouds above
Children belonging to one and all they played
Laughter all about giggles sighs and endless joy
Such sight ever seen all dressed in shades green
And all little people man woman and girl to boy
However told not to be so bold wondering there
Into the dimmest valley of the tallest ever trees
Where so much caring love was like hand in glove
Never a crossed word heard only there to please
Where the moon peeped in and no would of sin
And soft music it played all of time there within
Love and making love everywhere upon breezes
It was sung of for years but nobody ventured in