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. When she's dressed in a robe of white, And travels through the sky at night, She will be a star, To lead the wise men on To the place where every child is born. At fourteen, pushed by poverty I left my family behind, Got a nanny's job With a widowman's child.