In Ireland, we have a healthy respect for the little people from the underworld and this is just a sideways look at that
THE FAIRY TREE Somewhere on the black mountain Overlooking Belfast town There’s a fairy tree with umbilical roots Which go far beneath the ground The local people fear its power They pay it full respect For they know that deep beneath the earth There’s a powerful fairy sect They live between the neverworld And the world which we all know Some folk have claimed to see them fly With a fairy magic glow Make sure you don’t get too close Or you’ll feel the fairies wraith And they’ll send the elves to put you In a mucky nettle bath The fairies have a job to do In fact, it’s vital, you might say They protect us from the evil trolls And they keep the imps at bay They look after all the honey bees And they paint the butterflies They keep our rivers running And make rainbows in the skies So when you’re outside walking And you see a fairy tree Just wave, smile and remember They look after you and me
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