Over on the hill

 There grows a flower

 Growing quicker still

 More perfect by the hour

 Deep within that flower

 Is a tiny chair

 All a-fringed with gold

 The fairy queen sits there

 

 It is in her breath

 That the wind does blow

 It is in her heart

 As pure as winter snow

 It is in her tears

 Crystal raindrops fall

 And within her years

 That she is in us all

 

 Oh dark eyes

 Help me see

 Just one look

 She is gone

 Look on me

 We are one

 Fading with the setting sun

 

 As the willow bows

 To her majesty

 All the forest flowers

 Love her mystery

 Who would not admire

 Who could not adore

 Who does not desire

 Who wishes to see more?