The Queen Of Fairyland

 

 

 

Your every wish is my command.

Your faith and favor make me brave.

You are the Queen of Fairyland.

I am a mortal and your slave.

 

And when I reach, it’s for your hand.

And when I dream, I see your face.

You are the Queen of Fairyland

And men have died for your embrace. 

But they were young and I am old

And though to win your heart I burn,

The thought of losing leaves me cold,

So to my world I must return 

And nevermore beside you stand

And feel regret down to my grave.

You are the Queen of Fairyland

And I will always be your slave.

 

 

Copyright 2016 Matthew J Wells