(The fair folk dance, the fair folk sing
As the fair folk step in the magic ring
Oh, tread not here till the light of day
Lest the fair folk steal your soul away)

Gold and silver shine all around
In a thousand lights of the dancing grounds
Oh, come not here at the fall of night
Where the fair folk dance in the waning light

Tall and proud and wondrous fair
The people of the dark and air
Hold high the iron that they fear
When the fair folk call, don’t let them near

In the hollow hills the old ones throng
And click their bones to the ceilidh song
The banshee wails in the darkling night
As the fair folk dance till the morning light

(The fair folk dance, the fair folk sing
As the fair folk step in the magic ring
Oh, tread not here till the light of day
Lest the fair folk steal your soul away)

Seven years spent out of time
And all was lost that once was mine
I tarried once and listened long
To the echoes of the fair folk’s song