Letra da Música The Faerie Chime de Caprice (rússia)

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.