There's a moon beaming high in the sky up above
There's a glitter of play in my eye,
The sparkle of dew from my magical tree
Make a Faery-Land Wondrous Fair !

There are snow colored hillsides,
Tree's laden with gold.
A Pond that I cherish with thanks
from my soul..

It's a Faery-Land here as sure as can be

In my home,which to you I do greet!

The woman that dwells in this humble abode,
Though she may not be well aware,
One of the lucky she be, to live in the tree,
All laden with sprinkles of gold...

The cares of the world she shrugs from her back,
Of the Atom no worries has she,
She's a child of the wild on whom nature
has smiled,
In this land of the faery's so free...

In my home which to you I do greet!