The Faerie Chime – Caprice (rússia) – letras

Upon the edge of forest green,Perchance you’ve walked, you may have seen,Tiny rings of cloverleaf,And dared not wonder what’s beneath.Well I shall tell you of a tale,That happened neath a moon so pale,I walked along where none could see,By Druids font, and tall oak Tree.The gentle tinkling of a chime,Which sounded like an Angels rhyme,Came drifting slowly on the breeze,That rocked the tops of tall oak Trees.And showed a Faerie dell.Leaves of green and berries red,They placed a ring upon my head,Led me in merry dance.I did not doubt, but took my chance,Followed on this mighty throng,Enchanted by their simple song.The lights were bright in tiny hands,And I was shown into their lands.Misty curtains I did pass,Which rose like breath above the grass,And there she stood divine,In mantle like the blood red wine.Shrouded in a haze of redA golden crown upon her head.Between this world and theirsWhere the man and faerie dwells.