ian adams - the fairies

it was around the midnight hour
when everyone is asleep
i heard the fairies voices
the pattering of their feet

they look over little children
through the dark and majestic night
where they sit upon their bedsteads
until the morning light

then they all creep silently away
their morning work is done
they fly home to their fairyland
beyond the morning sun
ian adams 1957-

ian adams

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