England 1892.

The Orphan boy.
The Orphan Boy

The little boy lay sleeping homeless in the park.
So cold and he did shiver so frightened in the dark.
No mother or father to tuck him into bed
No pillow full of feathers to rest his weary head

The faery Queen looked down upon him a tear fell from her eye.
The winter winds will end him he surely will just die
She commanded her best faeries go to the little boy
Go bring him to our island to be happy filled with joy

Bring him to the faerie place to run free and run wild
Where happiness will fill him go bring the human child
Guide him here in safety fly here hand in hand
From his world so filled with sadness
With more tears than he can stand

The cold was biting through him he was near his very last
As the faery throng came to him his troubles were near passed
A thousand faery hands took him like a feather to the sky
To warm him by the suns light as to the magic land they fly

No more to feel the hunger and pain of being alone
The magic kingdom he lived in was a wonderful new home
He had fairies for sisters and the faery queen became his Mom
He was her little boy her one and only human son

The faery throng all sang to him a lovely faery song
"We brought him to our island to live with our faery thong.
To live within the magic faery land to run free and run wild
Where happiness now fills him our only human child
Never to be alone again and always hold a faery hand
From his world so filled with sadness
With more tears than he can stand."