Old Stuff #7 Dancing With the Faeries

It's the song of night
That draws me in
The haunting sounds
Carried on the wind
I'm caught up
To dance with faeries

Snowflakes on my tongue
Now I'm singing
Eyes shut in rapture
My arms are flinging
Frost through the air
Dancing with the faeries

Beneath my feet
A blanket of white
In the dark I see
Magic of starlight
Mist is creeping in
Between the dancing faeries

Even the trees
Are smiling through
The midnight fog
They're laughing too
I find myself so happy
Dancing with the faeries

I don't want the sun
Morning can't break
This night has been lovely
I don't want to awake
In the stillness of the edge
The dance of faeries

The dancing stops
Unaware I carry on
They carry me away
Before the dawn
Cradled in the rosy light
Faeries dance me home

I would think
It was all a dream
But for the faces
I saw in my half-sleep
Tonight they'll come for me
I'll be dancing with the faeries

It's the song of night
That draws me in
The haunting sounds
Carried on the wind
I'm caught up again
To dance with faeries