FAIRY SONG

Oh, where do fairies hide their heads

When snow lies on the hills

When frost has spoil'd their mossy beds

And crystalized their rills?

Beneath the moon they cannot trip

In circles o're the plain,

And drafts of dew they cannot sip

Till green leaves come again

Till green leaves come again.

Perhaps in small blue diving bells

They plunge beneath the waves,

Inhabiting the wreathed shells

That lie in coral caves

Perhaps in red Vesuvius Carousals they maintain

And cheer their little spirits up

Till green leaves come again

Till green leaves come again.

When back they come there'll be glad mirth

And music in the air,

And fairy wings upon the earth,

And mischief everywhere

The maids, to keep the elves aloof,

will bar the doors in vain,

No keyhole will be fairy proof

When green leaves come again... till green leaves come gain