In the wood the trees are tall,
Up and up they tower;
You and I are very small—
Fairy-child and flower.
Bracken stalks are shooting high,
Far and far above us;
We are little, you and I,
But the fairies love us.
In the wood the trees are tall,
Up and up they tower;
You and I are very small—
Fairy-child and flower.
Bracken stalks are shooting high,
Far and far above us;
We are little, you and I,
But the fairies love us.