Come Ye Believers

Come ye believers

I’ll spin you a tale

Flaxy moons and starlight nights

When fairies caressed

The world with gentle light

When I was a young child, I did believe

The stories of gnomes, elves and fairies I took for true indeed

And afternoons when the sun cast was gold and shallow

I looked for fairies down by the grassy creek hallow.

And the grass by the creek, mushrooms did yield

And fairy rings dotted the field.

And on nights when the harvests moon

Cast its eerie glow

Yes I did walk down and I’d wait for the show

And fairies and elves and goblins and gnomes

Would come from their secret lands and play by the creek stones.

I was a friend to the fairies

A teacher to elves

A dress maker for gnomes

I helped goblins pick cherries

Ah yes the days when to the believers they’d yield

They’d shed their secrets and throw down their shields

But today few believers remain

And the forests and creeks are once again tamed

All but a few

Which sit up at the bewitching hour

And watch the magic and the fairy dust shower.

So listen my children, and keep your beliefs

For to a fairy, your innocence is a relief

It isn’t by magic that they stay alive

But by being seen with a believer’s eyes

Thanks for listening! Bye!

Lesley 

  lilcat91987@yahoo.com

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