the human child, To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand Form a world more full of weeping than he can understand (Merci a leo pour cettes
For your lack of kind Then she stepped away from me And this she did say, "It will not be long, love Till our wedding day" She stepped away from me And she moved through
And sometime of this day Now returning back again We bring a garland gay. Who will go down to those shady groves And summon the shadows there And tie a
day we will find a home Maybe I can find a place I can call my home Maybe I can find a home I can call my own Maybe I can find a place I can call my home