Interpret:

Blackmore's Night

Album:

The Village Lanterne

Over on the hill 
There grows a flower 
Growing quicker still 
More perfect by the hour 
Deep within that flower 
Is a tiny chair 
All a-fringed with gold 
The fairy queen sits there… 


It is in her breath 
That the wind does blow 
It is in her heart 
As pure as winter snow 
It is in her tears 
Crystal raindrops fall 
And within her years 
That she is in us all… 


*Oh dark eyes 
Help me see 
Just one look 
She is gone 
Look on me 
We are one 
Fading with the setting sun… 


As the willow bows 
To her majesty 
All the forest flowers 
Love her mystery 
Who would not admire 
Who could not adore 
Who does not desire 
Who wishes to see more?