Over the hill There grows a flower Growing quicker still More perfect by the hour Deep within that flower Is a tiny chair All with gold The fairy queen sits there…
is in 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 she is in us all…
Oh dark eyes Help me see Just one look She is gone on me We are one Fading with the setting sun…
As the willow bows her majesty All the forest flowers Love her mystery Who would not Who could not adore Who does not desire Who wishes to see more?
Oh eyes Help me see Just one look She is gone Look on me We are one Fading with the setting Fading with the setting sun… Fading with the setting sun…