Upon the edge of forest green Perchance you've walked, you may have seen Tiny rings of cloverleaf And dared not wonder what's beneath Well, I shall tell you of a tale That happened neath a moon so pale I walked along where none could see By Druids' font, and tall oak Tree The gentle tinkling of a chime Which sounded like an Angels rhyme Came drifting slowly on the breeze That rocked the tops of tall oak Trees And showed a Faerie dell Leaves of green and berries red They placed a ring upon my head Led me in merry dance I did not doubt, but took my chance Followed on this mighty throng Enchanted by their simple song The lights were bright in tiny hands And I was shown into their lands Misty curtains I did pa** Which rose like breath above the gra** And there she stood divine In mantle like the blood red wine Shrouded in a haze of red A golden crown upon her head Between this world and theirs Where the man and faerie dwells