Fairy and Child

Oh, listen, little Dear-My-Soul,

To the fairy voices calling,

For the moon is high in the misty sky

And the honey dew is falling;

To the midnight feast in the clover bloom

The bluebells are a-ringing,

And it's "Come away to the land of fay"

That the katydid is singing.

Oh, slumber, little Dear-My-Soul,

And hand in hand we'll wander—

Hand in hand to the beautiful land

Of Balow, away off yonder;

Or we'll sail along in a lily leaf

Into the white moon's halo—

Over a stream of mist and dream

Into the land of Balow.

Or, you shall have two beautiful wings—

Two gossamer wings and airy,

And all the while shall the old moon smile

And think you a little fairy;

And you shall dance in the velvet sky,

And the silvery stars shall twinkle

And dream sweet dreams as over their beams

Your footfalls softly tinkle.