AWAY WITH THE FAIRIES I RUN,
TO THE BOTTOM OF THE GARDEN WHERE THE WILD FLOWERS GROW,
AND THE OLD OAK TREE STANDS TALLER THAN THE SUN,
SNOWDROPS AND FOXGLOVES GLISTEN IN THE MORNING DUE,
AWAY WITH THE FAIRIES I RUN.
AS THEY FLUTTER AND FLY LITTLE SOULS FULL OF DREAMS,
SPREADING GLITTER ACROSS THE GROUND AS THEY GO,
I STAY WITH THEM AND TELL SECRETS NOT LIES ,
THERE THE ONES THAT KEEP MY DREAMS ALIVE,
AWAY WITH THE FAIRIES I RUN.
