The Lady Of The Valley

There's a lady down in the valley,
Who shines light through the trees,
And she sings a certain lullaby,
To put the day to sleep,
She softens up the shadows,
That the nighttime brings along,
And if only I could catch her,
I'd keep her for my own.

So I wander down the valley,
Through the lush green meadow,
And on into the forest,
Looking for her golden halo,
Between the silver birches,
The dust dances in the sunbeam,
Like sparkling jewels of wonder,
Only ever seen in sweet dreams.

The youth of golden sunshine,
Shone on my silvery old hair,
It felt warm upon my shoulder,
Like a coat of ermine fur,
And the elves were watching closely,
As I passed rows of elven houses,
And the fairies flew around me,
Whispering sweet words of silence.

In the mystic world of twilight,
As the sun began to set,
I heard her sweet voice calling,
Her lullaby to the night,
And the magic moon was rising,
And the stars did twinkle forth,
As the crimson sun waved goodnight,
And the cool darkness took over.

I lay down in a clearing,
And I slept upon my dreams,
Perchance to meet the lady,
Should her song be sung to me,
And perhaps, if she should wake me,
Then we could dance beneath the stars,
Ride the unicorn to her secret place,
Where I could win her heart.

Soon my dreams were stirring,
As I watched the lady fair,
Gently glide toward me,
The breeze blowing through her hair,
And she shone of summer beauty,
With the fragrance of the wild rose,
She sung to me her lullaby,
Confiding in me, her repose.

As I reached out to touch her,
She faded with the night,
As the moon sank beneath the horizon,
And the sun began to rise.
Now the lady of the valley,
Is not as real as she seems,
And I will never catch her,
For she only comes to me in my dreams.