There is a land where fairies dwell.
Though I have been there, I can not tell
you how to get there or where to go
For that's a secret only fairies know.
But I can tell you how I got there and how it came to be,
But you must listen closely and listen just to me.
It happened on an April morn,
Long, long before you were born.
Your mother took me and I was glad to go.
She put her little hand in mine just so
And said. "Daddy, can we go where the fairies are
If we wish upon the brightest star,
And if we close our eyes real tight
And think and wish with all our might?"
And so it happened , just that fast,
The house and yard went zooming past
and we were in the magic land
where ancient trees so proudly stand
and speak of all that they have seen
of then and now and in between
and elves are dancing all around
as thick as chipmunks on the ground
and fairies float throughout the air
like butterflies, they're everywhere,
showing mushrooms where to grow
and rain drops how to turn to snow
and shadows how to move about
and little seedlings how to sprout
and young birds how to make a nest
and leaves to fall and all the rest
of Nature's wonders what to do,
the grass be green, the sky be blue.
Oh, it was a wondrous sight
when the fairies turned the day to night
and then returned the night to day
so all the creatures could resume their play.
We saw everything there was to see and then
Your mother took my hand again.
"Now close your eyes," she said,
And when I woke I was back in bed
Where my pillow was soft and the blankets warm
And I was always safe from harm
There's still magic in your mother's touch
'Cause she's been there and learned so much.
A sprinkling of fairy dust is still in her hand
So if you're good and trust and
Put your little hand in hers
When your eyes are closing and your vision blurs
Maybe she'll take you there
Where the fairies float through soft pink air.