Lyrics

The day fades towards twilight
And suddenly she's there,
In a little pocket park,
The sunset in her hair.

Not swinging up high,
Just gliding to and fro,
I can't read her thoughts,
but her face seems to know.

She's sitting and swinging,
In her little world,
I wish I could get to know
The little faerie girl,
I wish I could get to know
The little faerie girl.

Yes, that's what she looks like,
The new moon in her eyes,
A simple illusion,
A faerie in disguise.

In a peasant blouse,
Her blue jeans all in tatters,
No shoes on her feet -
Not as if it matters...

Swinging up higher,
In her secret world,
I wish I could get close to
The little faerie girl,
I wish I could get close to
The little faerie girl.

Yes, that's how she looks
As her feet leave the ground
And she rises up towards pink sky
Her tresses whipping 'round.

Then flowing behind her,
She's swinging up so high,
Leaning back, pointing toes,
She touches the sky.

Falling back to earth,
Then rising up again,
As if she is taking flight,
As if she's a wren
Or a dove or a lark,
Or a Faerie girl
Or a Faerie girl
All alone in the Park.

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