The moonbeams dance, the stars ignite,
And fairies flit on wings of light,
They gather dew, and weave their spell,
Where nature's mystic wonders dwell.
And fairies flit on wings of light,
They gather dew, and weave their spell,
Where nature's mystic wonders dwell.
O'er fields of green, they softly glide,
With laughter sweet, they gently hide,
And fill the night with magic rare,
A spectacle beyond compare.
With laughter sweet, they gently hide,
And fill the night with magic rare,
A spectacle beyond compare.