Chorus:

Midnight in the oaken forest

And the faery fires burn deep

The moon stands swollen in the sky now

Tonight no human soul shall sleep

 

Slipping quietly through the branches

And seen solely by the moon

Leafs and flowers dress her body

Midnight's passion fills her soon

 

Chorus

Hair entangled with the breezes

And her dark cloak flares out wide

She and the trees in silence breathing

Dancing the heartbeat of the night

 

Chorus

Beneath an oak she kneels down and

Lights a fire from her hands

Lets the cloak fall from her shoulders

Awaits the coming of her man

 

Chorus

There he steps within the lightring

Pulsing muscles, burning blood

In awe he looks upon his Lady

Knows himself not man, but God

 

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In the soft think moss they laid then

Bodies sunken into one

Till the bright morn'light awoke him

And found his Faery Woman gone

(CopyrightTanya Willis; igmu@hotmail.com)