Some time after midnight,when the moon is full and bright.....
Some time after midnight,
when the moon is full and bright.
Somewhere in the forest deep
unknown to us, the ones who sleep
fairies dance in celestial light.
Crystal voices murmur
beneath the moonlight's blur.
Ancient creatures dance
play those songs of romance
and the woods are all astir.
I have watched them there
as they glide flawless in the air.
They come and sit at my window
and with the dawn as quickly go.
How I miss those tiny souls, so fair.