There are fairies at the bottom of my garden
I'm sure you would think it was all in my head
I can see them every night as you sleep in slumber land
Cosy in your bed
There are fairies at the bottom of my garden
I can see their little fairy lantern lights
I have to sit very still and quiet
For they would fly away in fright
There are fairies at the bottom of my garden
Dressed in colours all bright and gay
I sit in wonderment with a smile on my face
As they merely fly about, sing, dance, and play.
There are fairies at the bottom of my garden
They're all wearing flower hats of every description
On there backs are see through butterfly wings
As they dance in a circle the one in the centre she sings.
There are fairies at the bottom of my garden
Frogs and toads are ferrying them across my pond
Towing them on little lily pad boats
As they play upon Peter pan pipes reaching the perfect notes.
There are fairies in the bottom of my garden
They're all having a picnic, drinking nectar from buttercup cups
A wee Irish fairy draped in shades of emerald green, flits from one to the other
Handing them a shamrock and wishing them good luck, good, luck, good luck.
There are fairies at the bottom of my garden
Twelve ladybirds are pulling a crystal carriage all polished and pristine
Inside waving out, elegant and serene is the beautiful fairy queen
Of all the wonders in this world this is the eighth wonder no one has ever seen.
There are fairies at the bottom of my garden
Riding on the backs of butterfly's and bumble bees
I have promised them I wont tell anyone
I feel very special because they come here just for me.