OH, WHERE DO FAIRIES HIDE THEIR HEADS? OH, where do fairies hide their heads When snow lies on the hills? When frost has spoiled their mossy beds, Beneath the moon they cannot trip In circles o'er the plain; And draughts of dew they cannot sip Perhaps, in small blue diving-bells, And cheer their little spirits thus I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. When they return, there will be mirth And fairy wings upon the earth, -T. Haynes Bayly I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born; I remember, I remember I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh My spirit flew in feathers then, That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow. 15 OH, WHERE DO FAIRIES HIDE THEIR HEADS? OH, where do fairies hide their heads When snow lies on the hills? When frost has spoiled their messy beds, Beneath the moon they cannot trip In circles o'er the plain: And draughts of dew they cannot sip Perhaps, in small blue diving-bells, Carousals they maintain. And cheer their little spirits thus |