Oh, come, my pretty mortal maid, and stay with me tonight,
And I shall give you all that you behold.
I'll say such things, give you such delight,
But like the world my heart is old.
And love burns bright, but the ash is cold.
When it vanishes,
Like faerie gifts of silver and gold.
Just take my hand, my bonnie one. No need to be afraid,
Though we shall walk between the worlds tonight.
We'll dance and sing as the harpers play,
And you shall see such wondrous sights.
And love burns bright, but the ash is cold.
When it vanishes,
Like faerie gifts of silver and gold.
If only you will stay with me, the time will pass you by,
And all my kingdom will remain.
But you cannot leave. If you ever try,
Then you will find your world is strange.
And love burns bright, but the ash is cold.
When it vanishes,
Like faerie gifts of silver and gold.
Yet if you turn away from me when the stars die with the dawn,
You'll find that now your world's an empty thing,
For like my gifts I will be gone,
And your heart will yearn for the songs I sing.
And love burns bright, but the ash is cold.
When it vanishes,
Like faerie gifts of silver and gold.