Content in their hidden valley,
They frolic from morning ‘til night;
They swim in the springs from the mountain,
That runs through the valley of light.
They float through the dew covered branches
And dust all the flowers below,
And sometimes they resort to some magic,
Just to put on a show.
The secret path lies hidden,
Deep in the forest of Yule,
And if you think you can find it,
You can try when the moon is full.
If you happen to hear whispers
And see golden lights high above,
You may get close enough to a fairy,
To feel an abundance of love.
