Where dips the rocky highland of Sleuth Wood in the lake There lies a leafy island where flapping herons wake The drowsy waterrats There weve hid our fairy vats full of berries And of reddest stolen cherries Come away, O, human child! To the woods and waters wild with a fairy hand in hand For the worlds more full of weeping than you can understand Where the wave of moonlight glosses the dim grey sand with light Far off by farthest Rosses we foot it all the night Weaving olden dances, Mingling hands, and mingling glances Till the moon has taken flight To and fro we leap, and chase the frothy bubbles While the world is full of troubles And is anxious in its sleep Come away! O, human child! To the woods and waters wild With a fairy hand in hand For the worlds more full of weeping than you can understand Where the wandering water gushes from the hills above GlenCar In pools among the rushes, that scarce could bathe a star We seek for slumbering trout, And whispering in their eaars We give them evil dreams Leaning softly out from ferns that drop their tears Of dew on the young streams Come! O human child! To the woods and waters wild With a fairy hand in hand For the worlds more full of weeping than you can understand Away with us, hes going, the solemneyed Hell hear no more the lowing of the calves on the warm hillside Or the kettle on the hob sing peace into his breast Or see the brown mice bob round and round the oatmeal chest For he comes the human child, to the woods and waters wild With a fairy hand in hand For the worlds more full of weeping than he can understand
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