Fairyland, O Faryland
Like glass made from purest sand
But nothing, nothing, forever stands
Fairyland least of all
Fairyland, O Fairyland
Eternity you might withstand
But at your heart you’re made of sand
And in the wind, you’d fall.
Fairyland, O Fairyland
Gliitering, like time expand
Fairyland, O Fairyland
Issue forth your call:
This glittering, this glittering land
Won’t you love us, child of man?
Every treasure of sea and sand
Must, next ot us, pall.”
Fairyland, O Fairyland
Lovely, needful, glittering land
But I’ll kindle fires with my own hand
I don’t need you at all.”