The clouds sway mysteriously under a sky of silver blue
A fairy sits upon a rock with her hands held out to you
Her hair is the color of golden wheat, her eyes are cornflower blue
The stars are falling from the sky, in a forest filled with dew
Fairy dust is glittering, like diamonds in the sun
The garland round her head, fresh from a meadow run
Her wings are soft as satin, her gown a dusty hue She'll
mesmerize you with her magic and make your dreams come true
Tiny fairies surround her head in a halo of delight
Dancing to the music of the beautiful woodland sprite
Her voice evokes a memory, of wonderful childhood delight
Of swinging from a treetop or lost in a dream at night
Sonnets have been written and love songs that were true
And when you see the woodland fairy, you'll believe in magic too
