Round and round and round she goes
Weaving her trance between the stones
Raven hair flowing
Crimson dress glowing
Faster and faster the music plays
Faster and faster still she sways
Between the stones
She dances alone
Sultry and soft the temptest best
Looking at you to help her crest
Careful, do not go to the center
For there is permanent winter
She laughs and plays taking your hand
Too late my friend
You have now entered *fairyland