The Faery's Last Song

Man has the fields of heaven

But soulless a faery dies

As a leaf that is old and withered

And cold when the winter winds arise.

Soon shall our wings be stilled

And our laughter over and done

So let us dance on the waves

Let us dance in the sun.

Soon shall our wings be stilled

And our laughter over and done

So let us dance on the waves

Let us dance in the sun.