Joel McNeely and Loreena McKennitt-To The Fairies They Draw Near
(Tinker Bell)
When the moon comes up to the shine of a face
The birds are fast asleep
And the lanterns hang from every post
The fairies leave the keep
They join their hands and sing their songs
That nary a soul can hear
In the springtime when the earth is new
To the fairies they draw near
To the fairies they draw near.
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