Till all the clouds are far away. Whenever two are one, it will be done. Whenever two are one, it will be done. Lead us to the garden of love and delight, And when we make it let's make it right. Whenever two are one, it will be done.
Fairies haste to an orphan girl Refused the angel's part in a winter play.
No one could see. Mortals are at best half-blind. Most of humankind are dull and cruel. A ring of light and a pair of wings. She's as good as any are, Though coarsely dressed And perhaps by now she's old.