I’ve heard the music of the piper
From where the faeries roam,
For it carries thro’ the woodlands
That stand behind my home.
So when the moon alights my casement,
After all the corn is sheaved,
Then adrift at night he takes me
To where mystical dreams are weaved.
Upon each note a spell is cast,
When this enigma plays his flute,
And all my thoughts are tranquil,
For the wicked world is mute.
O’ upon a breeze his songs are sent,
As his music takes to flight,
Thus enchantment comes a wafting
Thro’ the stillness of the night!
I’ve wandered in the woodlands
And followed with mine ear
To seek the enchanting piper
Who nightly calls me near;
Yet I know not who this spirit is,
Only glimpses do I see,
But the piper keeps on playing,
As tho’ playing just for me.
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