Over on the hill

There grows a flower

Growing quicker still

More perfect by the hour

Deep within that flower

Is a tiny chair

All a-fringed with gold

The fairy queen sits there...



It is in her breath

That the wind does blow

It is in her heart

As pure as winter snow

It is in her tears

Crystal raindrops fall

And within her years

That she is in us all...



Oh dark eyes

Help me see

Just one look

She is gone

Look on me

We are one

Fading with the setting sun...



As the willow bows

To her majesty

All the forest flowers

Love her mystery

Who would not admire

Who could not adore

Who does not desire

Who wishes to see more?