
Date of issue: 02.08.2007
Song language: English
Fairy Tale |
Child of the pure unclouded brow |
And dreaming eyes of wonder! |
Though time be fleet, and I and thou |
Are half a life asunder |
Thy loving smile will surely hail |
The love-gift of a fairy-tale. |
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I have not seen thy sunny face |
Nor heard thy silver laughter: |
No thought of me shall find a place |
In thy young life’s hereafter |
Enough that now thou wilt not fail |
To listen to my fairy-tale. |
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A tale begun in other days |
When summer suns were glowing- |
A simple chime, that served to time |
The rhythm of our rowing- |
Whose echoes live in memory yet |
Though envious years would say 'forget.' |
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Come, hearken then, ere voice of dread |
With bitter tidings laden |
Shall summon to unwelcome bed |
A melancholy maiden! |
We are but older children, dear |
Who fret to find our bedtime near. |
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Without, the frost, the blinding snow |
The storm-wind's moody madness- |
Within, the firelight’s ruddy glow |
And childhood’s nest of gladness |
The magic words shall hold thee fast: |
Thou shalt not heed the raving blast. |
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And, though the shadow of a sigh |
May tremble through the story |
For 'happy summer days' gone by |
And vanish’d summer glory- |
It shall not touch, with breath of bale |
The pleasance, of our fairy-tale. |
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Though time be fleet, and I and thou |
Are half a life asunder |
Thy loving smile will surely hail |
The love-gift of a fairy-tale |