When all the birds are gone to sleep, 
and all the frogs are still,
If you would hear the fairy pipes,
Come out upon the hill.

Come out! come out!
Listen on the air!
Up there! down there!
Playing ev’rywhere!

Oh hark! Oh hear!
Don’t you hear the tune?
Airy fairy pipers
underneath the merry moon!

They’ll play to you of Cupid’s tricks,
Of lovely queens and kings,
Of fights and fun and politics,
And lots of other things.

Oh hark! Oh hear!
Can’t you hear them play?
Up there! down there!
Till the break of day!

Oh hark! Oh hear!
Don’t you love the tune?
Airy fairy pipers
underneath the silver moon!

But if you doubt that this can be,
And question what I say,
You’ll never hear the melody
The fairy pipers play.

Then come! come out!
Listen while you can,
Up there! down there!
Since the world began.

Oh hark! Oh hear!
Oh the happy tune!
Airy fairy pipers
underneath the silver moon!

Come! Come!