Sprinkled from Above

In a land to the east unseen by man nor beast There lived a magical folk from the mountains Where only love was taught and only joy was sought And everyone drank from crystal fountains A wee folk it is true but their hearts only grew Till they swelled too big for their chests to contain So they shared all their love sprinkled high from above To help soften the wind and the rain But all the faces below whose hearts wouldn't grow Spent their time cursing the wind and the weather So they put all that love on the wings of a dove And flew high above the hills and the heather