Flight of the Fairies

The Flight of the Fairies
(A Whimsical Jig – lively tempo, meant for fiddle, whistle, and quick fingers on the lute)
Verse 1
When twilight spills its silver thread
Across the hills and streams,
The little folk take wing at once
To chase the moonlit beams.
They laugh along the forest path
Where starlight softly glows,
And every leaf becomes a sail
Where fairy laughter flows.
Chorus
Oh away they go, the fair folk fly,
Through the lanterns of the sky,
Over root and river bright,
Dancing in the evening light.
Blink and they are gone from sight—
Fleet as dreams that take to flight!
Verse 2
They borrow bells from dewdrop cups
And chime them in the air,
They stitch the breeze with silver thread
And comb the midnight fair.
A thousand wings in merry whirl
No mortal hand could chart,
For every turn and laughing spin
Would dizzy half a heart.
Chorus
Oh away they go, the fair folk fly,
Through the lanterns of the sky,
Over root and river bright,
Dancing in the evening light.
Blink and they are gone from sight—
Fleet as dreams that take to flight!


Bridge (slightly softer)
So if you hear the giggling wind
Or bells where none should be,
Just tip your hat and mind your step—
They like their privacy.
Final Chorus (faster)
Oh away they go, the fair folk fly,
Through the lanterns of the sky,
Laughing where the fireflies gleam,
Riding moonlight’s silver stream!
If you try to follow nigh—
You’ll be dancing till July!