The brook-side meadow's quiet, shadows gone Overwhelming green struck in private hues The stream bank channels and tree roots confuse The light is magic dancing after dawn There in the tangle hides the leprechaun There in the tangle his mischief is planned Scratching his bearded chin, pipe in his hand Prides in his trickery, crusty old con Harassed and hunted by unthoughtful souls Not any wonder he's social inept He is pursued for the gold he controls But they do not know it's not physically kept Pursuit of the rainbow earth not apart The leprechaun's gold is found in your heart rc