I´ll set you a swing in a purple bell
of the Lady finger,
Where brown bees linger
And loiter long
I´ll set you a swing in a fairy dell,
To the silv´ry ring
of a fairy song.
I´ll put you afloat in a boat of pearl
On a moonlit sea,
Where your path shall be
Of silver and blue
To fairyland children, sweet girl,
To its rod-strewn strand bathed in glist´ning dew
Bathed in glist´ning dew.
I´ll make you a nest, a soft, warm nest,
In my heart´s core,
Alanniv ashore
When day is gone,
Where costly curled on mother´s breast
My Share o´ the world
You´ll rest till dawn
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