Horned trolls and mystical folk

Within the deep woods of twilight

Ethereal misty fingers entwine

Crooked boughs and mossy roots

Smell of the rain soaked ground.

Yet hark! What be this sound

Coming from afar?

Haunting tunes, the fairy song

They join in rings to dance

Plucking fiddles hewn of oak

Dwell in a citadel of fog

Horned trolls and mystical folk!

These horned trolls and mystical folk!

They dwell in the brooks

The dwell on the trees!

They live under rock,

They live by the sea!

Astride frogs and dragon flies

The travel far and wide

Mortal dreamers they invite

To their realm of ever light!

Perchance in thy strangest dremas

You glimpse fairies soynd asleep.

There by the creek.

Yet deeper still

They join in rings to dance

Plucking fiddles hewn of oak

Dwell in a citadel of fog

Horned trolls and mystical folk!

These horned trolls and mystical folk!

They dwell in the brooks

The dwell on the trees!

They live under rock,

They live by the sea!