|Streams in the desert, leaves are falling
broken on earth beneath the trees
the scene a shadow in my mind,
reflecting the scorched earth.
Alone where no birds sing
beneath the boughs
and branches bare,
the fairy appeared.
Her hair was long
and her eyes were blue,
happy in this country scene
dancing the faeries dance.
Lulling me to dream
until the new seasons,
bound with garlands of her own
she laid the pretty flowers at my feet.
“Come swim with the swans upon the lake
not too late their babies will hatch soon,
the sign for me to love you dearly.”
Oh! May I try believing her voice
fading away into the forest deep,
with her candle a light to the door
sweet the incense floating away to sleep,
calling me to her bower and marry her.
The tower like the trees in my mind
so bare the sky can’t hide away,
spreading tales of woe in winter.
Autumn foliage the leaves are falling
on the dark burnt earth my home.
I'm the homeless beggar
searching for the Savior
in the stars high above,
shining a new pathway
streams in the desert
the leaves budding green,
my faery whispering come see
heaven waits our enjoyment there.
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