Upon the edge of forest green

Perchance you've walked you may have seen

Tiny rings of cloverleaf

And dared not wonder what's beneath

Well I shall tell you of a tale

That happened neath a moon so pale

I walked along where none could see

By Druids font and tall oak Tree

The gentle tinkling of a chime

Which sounded like an Angels rhyme

Came drifting slowly on the breeze

That rocked the tops of tall oak Trees

And showed a Faerie dell

Leaves of green and berries red

They placed a ring upon my head

Led me in merry dance

I did not doubt but took my chance

Followed on this mighty throng

Enchanted by their simple song

The lights were bright in tiny hands

And I was shown into their lands

Misty curtains I did pass

Which rose like breath above the grass

And there she stood divine

In mantle like the blood red wine

Shrouded in a haze of red

A golden crown upon her head

Between this world and theirs

Where the man and faerie dwells