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Horned trolls and mystical folk
Within the deep woods of twilight
Ethereal misty fingers entwine
Crooked boughs and mossy roots
Smell of the rain soaked ground
Yet hark! What be this sound
Coming from afar?
Haunting tunes, the fairy song
They join in rings to dance
Plucking fiddles hewn of oak
Dwell in a citadel of fog
Horned trolls and mystical folk
These horned trolls and mystical folk
They dwell in the brooks
They dwell on the trees
They live under rock
They live by the sea
Astride frogs and dragon flies
They travel far and wide
Mortal dreamers they invite
To their realm of ever light
Perchance in thy strangest dreams
You glimpse fairies sound asleep
There by the creek
Yet deeper still
They join in rings to dance
Plucking fiddles hewn of oak
Dwell in a citadel of fog
Horned trolls and mystical folk
These horned trolls and mystical folk
They bless the land
They bless the field
They whistle to me
They whistle to you
They whistle to the moon
These horned trolls and mystical folk
They bless the land
They bless the field
They whistle to me
They whistle to you
They whistle to the moon