The Fairy Prince
My fairy Prince so far away,
So far away from fairy land,
I find it hard to understand
That I shall see your face to-day.
So far away from fairy land,
I find it hard to understand
That I shall see your face to-day.
The morning only waits for you
To make it perfect . . . how that blue
Unclouded colour of the skies
Reminds me of your great blue eyes,
And that red rose-cup full of rain
Wakes dreams of your dear mouth, and there
The light is golden like your hair.
Oh, miracle of joy and pain,
To hold you in my arms again!
To make it perfect . . . how that blue
Unclouded colour of the skies
Reminds me of your great blue eyes,
And that red rose-cup full of rain
Wakes dreams of your dear mouth, and there
The light is golden like your hair.
Oh, miracle of joy and pain,
To hold you in my arms again!
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