Walking homeward from the church one day, singing in my head
I turned to look back at the cherry tree, the leaves so golden red
And I saw a young man standing there
On his way to Fleetwood Fair
He called me over and I looked around, not a soul in sight
His skin was ghostly and his horse the same, the palest shade of white
And he asked me if I would come and share
The day with him at Fleetwood Fair
Oh the west wind blows where the wildwood grows
Strips the branches bare
Oh the west wind blows where the wildwood grows
The day I left for Fleetwood fair
I asked him what I could expect to find as we rode along
He told me there would be a traveling band and people singing songs
He promised me a sight so rare
As we arrived at Fleetwood Fair
Oh the west wind blows where the wildwood grows
Strips the branches bare
Oh the west wind blows where the wildwood grows
The day I left for Fleetwood fair
The sun awoke me and my head felt strange, like I was coming 'round
I looked about me, I tried to scream, but I couldn't make a sound
I felt the wind blow through my hair
There was no trace of Fleetwood Fair
There was no trace of Fleetwood Fair
Oh the west wind blows where the wildwood grows
Strips the branches bare
Oh the west wind blows where the wildwood grows
For you may chance if you dare
Even if there's nothing there
I won't go back to Fleetwood Fair
He once was a true love of mine