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