The round white moon lays down a path

O'er the world in sleep entranced,

And down its silvery, slanting length

The moon beam fairies dance.

The rays of the moon have wondrous power

When they soften the blackness of the night.

They cast o'er the shadowy reaches of the wood

A concealing and beauteous light.

When mortals sleep, the fairies run

Down the path of the moon's white way,

Join hands in a frolicking fairy dance,

Pixie, and wood nymph and fay.

In the magic circle of feathery grass

They sing the whole night away,

Till the sun comes up, and the magic's gone,

And they fly from the coming day.