The Fog Hides Fairies
from Mortal Men

Silent music from distant hills
That to the human ear is unheard
Music of fairys and little folk
And echod by the flying bird...
Somewhere, somewhere we cannot see
Fairies dancing in a circle wide
The fog that obscures our eyes
Lets the wee folk play in the countryside.
And in that field by the gnarled tree
And some miles away on the Danish Fort mound
Unknown to all mortal men
Partying fairies are to be found!