She sings to the meadows and she
sighs carrols to the streams
She laughs in the sunlight
and smiles while in her dreams
Her hair like the thistle down
is bourn upon the air
And her heart like the
honey bee's is ever free
from
from care every care
The pride of the village and
the fairest in the dell
Is the queen of my song
And her name is
Fairy Belle
light
The sound of her soft step
May be heard upon the
hill
Like the fall of a leaf
or the dripping of
a rill
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