Heather Alexander - March Of Cambreadth (feat. The Wicked Tinkers) Lyrics
Cool breeze, sheltering trees,Deep within the glen-All around, sound, on the ground,Footsteps fall of little men-Now look wise, from your eyes,Tell me what you see,Too late! By fate!You belong to me!Your wit slipped a bit,words have gone too far-Now it?s true that I?ll turn you,straight into the ass you are-By what right on this night,do I make my claim-Mortal fool, know youthat Puck is my name!(chorus)Faeries dance in a frenzied ring,Elves play pipes and the goblins sing!Robin Goodfellow will take his queen,Once upon a midsummer night?s dream!Love?s fair potion rare,held within in my hand-And with this thing I can bringchaos into Faerie Land-A warm drop from the top,and we all will seeas it cools, what foolsthese mortals can be!(chorus)(chorus)