LET US GO TO FAIRYLAND.
Let us go to Fairyland
From the rain and from the snow.
Somewhere in the enchanted sand
May be footsteps we should know.
Come, I prithee, let us go.
From the rain and from the snow.
Somewhere in the enchanted sand
May be footsteps we should know.
Come, I prithee, let us go.
Yes, the child we loved was fair,
But too fragile was his hand.
But too golden was his hair.
He has gone to Fairyland;—
Looking thither need we stand?
But too fragile was his hand.
But too golden was his hair.
He has gone to Fairyland;—
Looking thither need we stand?