There is a song that few have learned
That make the fairies dance
A secret spell that must be earned
That puts them in a trance
Late at night, when the moon is full
The queen will soon appear
All the fairies push and pull
In hopes of standing near
For tonight, the queen will choose a king
When the song is sung outloud
As all the fairies begin to sing
She passes through the crowd
They bow their heads as she walks by
But each one steals a glance
Their wings point high toward the sky
As the queen begins to dance
They sing her songs of romance
In the meadow where fairies dwell
Hoping the queen will give them a chance
As each one casts their spell
Her king is finally chosen
The queen has picked her king
The fairies voices are frozen
'Til the next time the fairies sing
Feb 22, 2011
Feb 22, 2011 at 12:43 PM UTC
There is a song that few have learned
That make the fairies dance
A secret spell that must be earned
That puts them in a trance
Late at night, when the moon is full
The queen will soon appear
All the fairies push and pull
In hopes of standing near
For tonight, the queen will choose a king
When the song is sung outloud
As all the fairies begin to sing
She passes through the crowd
They bow their heads as she walks by
But each one steals a glance
Their wings point high toward the sky
As the queen begins to dance
They sing her songs of romance
In the meadow where fairies dwell
Hoping the queen will give them a chance
As each one casts their spell
Her king is finally chosen
The queen has picked her king
The fairies voices are frozen
'Til the next time the fairies sing