Over on the hill There grows a flower Growing quicker still More perfect by the Deep within that flower Is a tiny chair All with gold The fairy queen sits there…
It is in her breath That the wind blow It is in her heart As pure as winter snow It is in her tears Crystal raindrops fall And her years That she is in us
Oh dark eyes Help me see Just one look She is gone Look on me We one Fading with the setting sun…
As willow bows To her majesty All the forest flowers Love her mystery Who would not admire Who not adore Who does not desire Who wishes to see more?
Oh dark eyes Help me see Just one She is gone Look on me We are one Fading with setting sun… Fading with the setting sun… Fading with the setting sun…