A Mother came while stars were paling,
Wailing round a lonely spring,
Thus she cried while tears were falling,
Calling on the Fairy king.
Wildwood spells my child caressing,
Courting him with fairy joy,
O why take a Mother's blessing,
Wherefore stale her baby boy!
Over hills and down through valleys,
Where his childhood loved to play,
Where the flowers are freshly springing,
There I wander, day by day,
There I wander, ever fonder
Of the child who made my joy,
Calling on the wild winds blowing,
To restore my Fairy boy.
But in vain my plaintive calling
Tears are falling all in vain,
He now sports with fairy pleasure;
He's the treasure of their train!
Fare you well my child for ever,
In this world I've lost my joy,
In the next we ne'er shall sever
There I'll find my Angel boy.
Wailing round a lonely spring,
Thus she cried while tears were falling,
Calling on the Fairy king.
Wildwood spells my child caressing,
Courting him with fairy joy,
O why take a Mother's blessing,
Wherefore stale her baby boy!
Over hills and down through valleys,
Where his childhood loved to play,
Where the flowers are freshly springing,
There I wander, day by day,
There I wander, ever fonder
Of the child who made my joy,
Calling on the wild winds blowing,
To restore my Fairy boy.
But in vain my plaintive calling
Tears are falling all in vain,
He now sports with fairy pleasure;
He's the treasure of their train!
Fare you well my child for ever,
In this world I've lost my joy,
In the next we ne'er shall sever
There I'll find my Angel boy.