There are those times when Angels sing
and Faeries do the Highland Fling.
The Leprechauns drink lots of beer
and Magick we know is very near.
It’s then, you know, the moon is right
for the Dragon folk to all take flight
and join into this merry time.
With rhythm and laughter so sublime,
they’ll party till the break of dawn;
until the new-day Sun is born.
Then all the Wild Folk go to sleep,
the secrets of their world to keep
from prying eyes and snooping folk
who don’t understand that life’s a joke
and laughter is the only way
that we can let our true hearts play.
So every day at first Sunrise,
while still the long dark shadow lies,
stand in the light of early morn;
feel your heart embraced by the dawn.
Then love the laughter, love the fire,
let life’s wonder take you higher.
It is that time – first light of morn
when Faerie folk anew are born.
They spread their wing into the light;
there’s no more beauty than that sight.
Then gently they will sing their song
that makes the world where they belong.
For Faerie folk we all should know
come from the Heavens – far below.