Where dips the rocky highland of Sleuth Wood in the 
lake,
There lies a leafy island where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water-rats.
There we've hid our fairy vats full of berries,
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O, human child!
To the woods and waters wild with a fairy hand in hand,
For the worlds more full of weeping than you can 
understand.

Where the wave of moonlight glosses the dim grey sand 
with light,
Far off by farthest Rosses we foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances, Mingling hands, and mingling 
glances,
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap, and chase the frothy bubbles;
While the world is full of troubles.
And is anxious in its sleep.
Come away! O, human child! To the woods and waters 
wild.
With a fairy hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can 
understand.

Where the wandering water gushes from the hills above 
Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes, that scarce could bathe a 
star,
We seek for slumbering trout, And whispering in their 
eaars;
We give them evil dreams,
Leaning softly out from ferns that drop their tears
Of dew on the young streams.
Come! O human child! To the woods and waters wild,
With a fairy hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can 
understand.

Away with us, he's going, the solemn-eyed;
He'll hear no more the lowing of the calves on the warm 
hill-side.
Or the kettle on the hob sing peace into his breast;
Or see the brown mice bob round and round the oatmeal 
chest.
For he comes the human child, to the woods and waters 
wild,
With a fairy hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than he can 
understand.