اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
When the moon comes up to the shine come face
The birds are fast asleep
When the landtones hang from every post
The fairies leave the king
They each join their hands and sing the songs
The marries soul can hear
In the spring time wintley yourth this new
To the fairies they draw near
To the fairies they draw near
