When the moon comes out to shine her face The birds are fast asleep And the lanterns hang from every post The fairies leave their keep They enjoy their hands and sing their songs That nary a soul can hear In the springtime when the earth is new (Rings) To the fairies they draw near To the fairies they draw near
[id:$00000000] [ar:Loreena McKennitt] [ti:To the Fairies They Draw Near] [by:雨雪] [hash:d9b4a235e6ee705ebaf795b678de1d84] [al:] [sign:] [qq:] [total:51095] [offset:0] [00:13.18]When the moon comes out to shine her face [00:16.78]The birds are fast asleep [00:19.58]And the lanterns hang from every post [00:23.18]The fairies leave their keep [00:26.28]They enjoy their hands and sing their songs [00:29.98]That nary a soul can hear [00:33.03]In the springtime when the earth is new (Rings) [00:36.74]To the fairies they draw near [00:40.89]To the fairies they draw near