Long ago, when there was no time
A man calls the four seasons with his harp
Fairies fly near us, and Oengus send his kisses to the lovers
Long ago, when there was no time
A man calls the four seasons with his harp
Fairies fly near us, and Oengus send his kisses to the lovers
In the fields of mother moon,
All we dance in circle
Celebrating the good things she gave us- and take away our sorrows
At this time all the beautiful things were alives
Wonderful flowers with great stones walk hand by hand
Rainbow's key was on our hands
But we lost it with ignorance
This was the faeryage, the wonderful time
The spirits of nature, lived by our side
Flying with the butterflies we knew the sky
Dance with the great clouds