Playing my pipe on that night so clear, Magickal music without a name,

The birds and the beasts had come out to hear

When through the forest it came:

Chorus

Come, Ah-le-ao,

Dance with me now 'neath the silent moon.

Sing. Ah-le-ao.

Join in the fairies' sweet tune.

Shaking my head to dispell the rhyme, I went on playing without a word.

But, when the sweet melody slipped in time, Once again, softly, heard:

Chorus

Leading me on with each note so pure, I saw a vision of light and dew, But faerie or fancy I was not sure.

Soon, I was singing it too:

Chorus

Spinning and weaving the whole night long, Under the starlight, we danced and sang.

The fauna and faerie all came along And through the forest it rang:

Chorus

When I awoke with the dawning near, I took my pipe and began to play.

I smiled at my dreaming -- then light and clear

I heard it fading away:

Chorus

I know, my friend, that you do not hear, Thinking such fantasy cannot be,

So see for yourself when the night is clear.

Come to the forest and see!

Chorus

Painting, Fairy Forest

by Diana Stanley

Site Copyright © 1999, 2024 WindRider (AKA Mary Bowerman)