Ballad of the Fairies’ Existence

Hear ye, hear ye, wandering soul,
Whispers rise where dark woods roll:
Fairy-maid in moonlight glides,
Dew and dawnlight at her side.
– Hey, hey, at break of day, fairy-song will find its way!

By the spring they weave the moon,
Silver threads in water’s tune,
Star-dust woven in their hair,
Breeze may chase it, none knows where.
– Hey, hey, at break of day, fairy-song will find its way!

Who believes not, will not see,
Only branch’s mystery,
Only grass’s breath so slight,
Only ripples dancing bright.
– Hey, hey, at break of day, fairy-song will find its way!

Yet who trusts in ancient song,
Opens heart to voices strong,
Secret pathways bloom anew,
Fairy footsteps guide him through.
– Hey, hey, at break of day, fairy-song will find its way!

Still they live, oh still they live,
Hearts of dead no light can give,
But to living, wings unfold,
While their tale is still retold.
– Hey, hey, at break of day, fairy-song will find its way!