Over on the hill, there grows a flower
Growing quicker still, more perfect by the hour
Deep within that flower, is a tiny chair
All a-fringed with gold, the fairy queen sits there…
It is in her breath, that the wind does blow
It is in her heart , as pure as winter snow
It is in her tears, crystal raindrops fall
And within her years, that she is in us all…
Oh dark eyes, help me see
Just one look, she is gone,
Look on me, we are one
Fading with the setting sun…
As the willow bows , to her majesty
All the forest flowers, love her mystery
Who would not admire, who could not adore
Who does not desire, who wishes to see more?
Oh dark eyes, help me see
Just one look, she is gone,
Look on me, we are one
Fading with the setting sun… 3X