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Daoine Sidhe
John C. Cyr
Round and round the faery ring
We danced through the fields of rye
And then the sidhe began to sing
I felt as though death were nigh.
Then under the hill we went
Into the land of the fae
A world sprang up to meet us
The place where the faery play
To the queen they did guide me
A magnificent hall of trees
And thus I bowed lowly to her
The faery were on their knees
Well whether twas enchantment
I could not answer ye
I was captured in a trance
By the loveliest of the sidhe
Alas for Midsummer's Eve
The dance of the Daoine Sidhe
Ceased as the People of Peace
Followed their queen through the sea
Alone I stand on the field
Leaning on a blackthorn tree
Peering out over the ocean
Smiling upon the blessed sidhe.
