Over on the hill There grows a Growing quicker still More perfect by the hour Deep within that flower Is a tiny chair All a-fringed with gold The queen sits there…
It is her breath That the wind does blow It is in her heart As 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 see Just one look She is gone Look on me We are Fading with the setting sun…
As 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 see more?
Oh dark eyes Help me Just one look She is gone Look on me We one Fading with the setting sun… Fading with the setting sun… Fading with the setting sun…