Faery song

How beautiful they are, the lordly ones

Who dwell in the hills, in the hollow hills.

They have faces like flow'rs

And their breath is a wind

That blows over summer meadows

Filled with dewy clover.

Their limbs are more white than shafts of moonshine,

They are more fleet than the March wind,

They laugh and are glad and are terrible

When their lances shake and glitter

Ev'ry green reed quivers.

How beautiful they are,

How beautiful,

The lordly ones in the hollow hills.