Over on the hill There grows a flower Growing still More perfect by the hour Deep within flower Is a tiny chair All a-fringed with gold The fairy queen sits there…
It is in her breath That the wind does It is in her heart As pure as winter snow It is in her tears Crystal fall And within her years That she is us all…
Oh dark eyes Help me see Just one look is gone Look on me We are one Fading with the setting sun…
As the willow bows To her majesty All the 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 look She is gone on me We one Fading with the setting sun… Fading with the setting sun… Fading with the setting sun…