THE MAGIC OF THE NIGHT Come with me into the night, Where magical things appear. We'll watch the lovely fairy's flight And watch them disappear. We'll listen to the frog's hoarse croak, Echoing o'er the swale. The night will wrap us in her cloak And hide us in her veil. We'll stand beneath the willow tree, The branches sweep the ground. Oh, look! The scampering fairies, Are dancing all around. The moonbeams dance upon the brook And wonders to behold! More fairies creep out from a nook In clothing made of gold. And now my dear, it's time to leave, This magical place of light. But we will venture back again In the magic of the night. Copyright © 2000 by Mary M. Alward All Rights Reserved |
Midi playing is "Despair" by NIGHT ANGEL All Rights Reserved your text. |