There are river and streams leading to the Faerie Queen
Who sits in the trees knowing what will be will be
Lay your sorrow at her feet, feel relieved
There are rivers and streams leading to the Faerie Queen
In the night, in the bright, in the dark
Embers reaching for a spark
Lilting dreams seem like a lullaby
Brighter than any star that caught my eye
Do I often visit your dreams?
Things are rarely the way that they seem
Quartz obsidian and tourmaline streams
Do I often visit your dreams?
In the night, in the bright, in the dark
Embers reaching for a spark
Lilting dreams seem like a lullaby
Brighter than any star that caught my eye
There are river and streams leading to the Faerie Queen
Who sits in the trees knowing what will be will be
Lay your sorrow at her feet, feel relieved
There are rivers and streams leading to the Faerie Queen