The Fairies of Misty Glen The verses so beautiful as they whisper in the night of the fairies of misty glen The muse could sing them as they played and danced with a simple melody The beauty to write the pretty verses whispered in the glen of mist and fog Only tears to cry the ink had run dry voices had become silent The kisses of delight as the fairies danced lovers in blissful romance Only eyes to see the passion you gave and my life had changed And I was blind yet I heard the muse speak verses so beautifully The fairies of the night cried dusty tears when the ink went dry The cosmic dust lay at our feet and we whispered of love © CJ Clark All Rights Reserved