Look at the little one, sleeping on her own,
Hush now, don’t wake her, don’t let her know,
We are watching, and waiting, we are the fae,
Lullabies and hurricanes, all the same to me,
Everyone, everywhere, there’s nothing left to fear,
The wolves dear, over here, having, midsummer dreams,
Sleep now, young one, don’t wake, till dawn,
Dream of me and you, together as one:
Lets build a house of matchsticks and stone,
Let a thousand wolves come, and blow it down,
So we can rebuild, a better world for me and you,
All that matters is this fairytale.
Look at the little one, singing with them,
Among the grass, hilly lands, singing with them,
Hush now, don’t shush him, don’t let him know,
The magic is in the air; the love is in the snow;
Everyone, everywhere, there’s nothing left to fear,
But dawn, of golden light, summoned, white tears
Sing now, young one, don’t stop, till dawn,
Dream of me and you, together as one:
Lets build a house of matchsticks and stone,
Let a thousand wolves come, and blow it down,
So we can rebuild, a better world for me and you
All that matters is this fairytale.
I am the man, who dreamed of faeryland,
Until the day, we meet, young one, it’s a plan,
To become, someone, true to the land,
Enchanted, imagined? I don’t think so.
All is ask of Scotia and Eire:
All I want is to share your magic,
Do you hear, the wolves are a’hunting?
The riders, of the Sidhe are marching.
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