An elven piper tunes his silver flute,
A fairy songster strums her goldern lyre.
The dancers swirl in frantic, wild pursuit
on feet and wings that never tire.

All through the summer night the dance goes on,
With music sweeter than from humankind.
But soon, too soon, the night has gone
and greener grass is left behind.

The fairies wend their way to fairy beds,
To sleep in flowers; soon they close their eyes.
Till evening comes again they rest their heads
while sunshine fills the azure skies.

Some laughing children run onto the grass
And stumble to a halt - look at the ground -
A rich green turf marks where the fairies pass,
with toadstools growing all around.

So if you find a circle growing green,
As rich as any sweet new grass of spring,
Just think of what one night you might have seen
had you chanced on the Fairy Ring!