Verse 1

The dragon sleeps inside his cave,

scaly breath that softly sways,

tail curled ‘round him like a blanket,

warm sighs drifting in the haze.

Resting on his ruby treasure,

golden coins beneath his frame.

Verse 2

Outside the night has wrapped the forest,

quiet now, a peaceful wave.

Unicorns go racing, laughing,

through the trees their hoofbeats blaze.

Trails of shimmer where they gallop,

horns of gold and starlight raised.

Then the great white stag steps forward—

divine guest for nature’s stage.

Pre-Chorus

Owls won’t hoot and wolves won’t howl,

there’s no hunting in this hour.

Moonlight shines upon the clearing,

mushrooms glowing with their power.

Dancing lights in colored spirals

twirl in perfect, gentle bloom.

Chorus

Hear the flutes, the harps, the tin whistles

floating soft upon the air.

Let them fill you full of wonder—

lose yourself in music there.

But don’t forget the waking world,

or you’ll be lost beyond the time.

Tonight you have the sacred honor

of hearing fairies’ sweet delight.

Verse 3

Ripples move across the water,

magic humming all around.

Crickets join the song in rhythm,

frogs add bass with swelling sound.

Nature rises like an orchestra—

the wildest symphony unbound.

Verse 4

Wildflowers perfume the evening,

dewdrops cling to velvet moss.

Every tree line holds a story,

every ring remembers loss.

Mother Nature wraps around us,

lush and warm as honey gloss.

Chorus

Hear the flutes, the harps, the tin whistles

floating soft upon the air.

Let them fill you full of wonder—

lose yourself in music there.

But don’t forget the waking world,

or you’ll be lost beyond the time.

Tonight you have the sacred honor

of hearing fairies’ sweet delight.

Outro

Taste the fairies’ sweetest blessing,

let the bells take pain away.

Let the melodies remind you

life is more than mortal days.

Let the songs mend every heartbeat

as you wander into sleep—

Rest now, weary, gentle traveler,

’neath the stars your soul can keep.

Hear the flutes, the harps, the tin whistles

floating soft upon the air.

Let them fill you full of wonder—

lose yourself in music there.

But don’t forget the waking world,

or you’ll be lost beyond the time.

Tonight you have the sacred honor

of hearing fairies’ sweet delight.