My Little Fairy Garden

Cold Winter's gone, the warm green grown, 

Out comes the sun, in my little fairy garden.

Wandering spirits with withering pasts, 

Worry no more in my little fairy garden.

Azalea's abloom with freesia's fresh scent

Bluebells sing while the bell flowers ring

Snapdragons gorge as dandelions roar

All, in the little fairy garden.

From Rise to Set, Sun up to Sun down

We will enjoy, and play, and sing.

Until we are met with warm woolen covers

In the little fairy garden.

As the last rains fall, and the cloud disappear

We shall rejoin in your little fairy garden.

So come and rest your weary feet, Relax those gentle wings

Take pleasure in the summer dusk, In our little fairy garden