Come my lads and sit a while beneath the glowing moon
And if you’re sitting still enough, you’ll hear a mournful tune
’Twas in this place some years ago, a lady and her man
Who felt a witching power, and beheld a fairy band

They marched out from yon grove of trees, with faces long and glum
And played an ancient tune upon their whistles and their drums
The sound it billowed louder then, and grew upon the breeze
With tiny wisps of Tule fog encircling the trees

The two were frozen in their place, they could not move at all
And as they watched, the grove of trees became a misty hall
The band marched on and played their tune, and paid them ne’er a glance
But their feet they started twitching as if they longed to dance

Chorus
And the band circled round
And the piper called the tune
While the couple danced without a sound
It ended all too soon

They told no one what they had seen; nor where they thought they’d gone
For they knew no one would understand the power of that song
Instead they slipped away one night, when the moon was full and round
And they went off a-looking for that magic fairy sound

But no one’s ever seen them since, they disappeared that night
And all that people knew was that something wasn’t right
For if they sit alone at night when the moon is full and round
They start to think they might have heard a mournful fairy sound