Heather P Wilson - Magic of Folklore lyrics

The folklore of the countryside Accepts the toadstool ring In the belief that all lost fairies Congregate there to dance and sing. They sing a lullaby to the young Then hum to the old and weak But it is their strong tradition That lost faires never speak. They all spread kindness By a flutter of their wings As they catch cobwebs in the dew To form many fairy swings. Gossamer is gathered To make cradles for the young Then they play around the toadstool ring As flower bells are rung. Fairy dust is sprinkled In excitement to the sky above To ensure that every fairy Is blessed with everlasting love. If ever you should tiptoe by Please pause a little while I`m sure those poor lost fairies Would be charmed to see your smile.