Rest now your head my weary one
time to retire as does the sun.
Your bed awaits you. It is calling.
I see your eyelids as they are falling.
Come I'll fetch your favorite story
the one that recants those days of glory.
Lay your head on my soft shoulder
and wrap up tight. It's getting colder.
Her book was open to that page
where the fairy was trapped in a cage.
The evil merchant was being mean
to her majesty, the Fairy Queen.
My daughter drew closer to see
if an image appeared of the fantasy.
Alas, she thought no picture was seen
of the ugly merchant or Fairy Queen.
He poked a stick through the bars
and reopened her week old scars.
He laughed an evil laugh, he did
then he spat on her. Heaven forbid!
Little did the merchant realize
hundreds of fairies had filled the skies.
They swarmed and flew about his head
and buffeted him until he fled.
Their queen was saved off they flew
into the morning's falling dew.
So the story ends my little dove
good-night my daughter, my darling love.