Do you seek the road to Faeryland?
I’ll tell it’s easy quite
Wait till a yellow moon gets up
O’re purple seasby night
and glides a shimmering pathway
that is sparkling diamond bright.
Buttercups in the sunshine
look like little cups of gold.
Perhaps the faeries come to drink
the raindrops that they hold.
The daisies with their golden hearts
fringed all about with white
are little plates for faerie folk
to sup from every night.
Soft moss a downy pillow makes
and green leaves spread a tent,
where faerie folk make rest and sleep,
until the night is spent.
The bluebird sings a lullaby
The firefly gives light,
The twinkling stars are candles bright;
Faeries all goodnight.