We'll watch the lovely fairy's flight And watch them disappear. We'll listen to the frog's hoarse croak, Echoing o'er the swale. The night will wrap us in her cloak And hide us in her veil. We'll stand beneath the willow tree, The branches sweep the ground. The scampering fairies, Are dancing all around.
More fairies creep out from a nook In clothing made of gold.
And now my dear, it's time to leave, This magical place of light. But we will venture back again In the magic of the night. All Rights Reserved your text. Moon and Back Graphics Heartfelt thanks to my dearest friend, Raven for the beautiful wolf candle. Raven, you have touched my heart in a very special way.