Once in the morning when the breeze Set all the leaves astir, And music floated from the trees As from a dulcimer, I saw the roses, one by one, Bow gracefully, as though A fairy dance were just begun Upon the ground below. The lilies white beside the walk, Like ladies fair and tall Together joined in whispered talk About [the]1 fairies' ball. The slender grasses waved along The garden path, and I Could almost hear the fairies' song When blew the light wind by. I waited there till noon to hear The elfin music sweet; I saw the servant bees appear In golden jackets neat; And though I wished just once to see The happy little elves, They were so much afraid of me They never showed themselves!
Three Songs of Fantasy
Song Cycle by Michael (Dewar) Head (1900 - 1976)
1. The fairies' dance  [sung text checked 1 time]
Language: English
Authorship:
- by Frank Dempster Sherman (1860 - 1916), "The fairies' dance", appears in Little-folk Lyrics
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2. The little dreams  [sung text checked 1 time]
Language: English
Once through the vale of slumber That peaceful twilight brings, I saw the dreams of all the world Flit by on eager wings; And some of them were golden, And some were black as night, But the dreams of little children Were as the lilies white. And when the birds' glad voices Arose at dawn of day, The dreams of all the world returned Upon their homeward way; I know not whence they vanished, Those ghosts of joy and pain, But the dreams of little children Went back to heav'n again.
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]3. A funny fellow  [sung text checked 1 time]
Language: English
There is a funny fellow
Who goes by every day:
When sad, his voice is mellow,
But shrill when he is gay.
I know he pulls the thistles
That grow along the lane,
And pricks himself, and whistles
To drive away the pain.
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And when the snow is falling
So fast I may not see,
I often hear him calling
Across the fields to me.
He sings to me, and makes me
A [sleepy]1 child at night ;
He sings again, and wakes me,
At early morning bright.
Authorship:
- by Frank Dempster Sherman (1860 - 1916), "A funny fellow", appears in Little-folk Lyrics, first published 1897
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Total word count: 348