A faerie king there was of old
Within a wooded glade:
Who harping music heard one night
While resting in the shade

The king had heard a legend told
Of a princess, young and fair,
Who’d lost her way within his woods
And still sat harping there

The music called him every night,
It lingered through his sleep:
‘Til on one morn’ the king did vow
The maiden he would seek

He took his spear, and rode his steed
Through every forest glen:
And, always, on his weary search
Her song kept haunting him.

It lead him through the southern swamps:
In sunset and in dawn
It lead him to the western shores,
Forever, on and on.

No matter where her music lead,
The kind found ‘naught but sound.
So, finally, he toook his steed;
And turned it, homeward bound

The king had made his weary search
And now, with spirits low
He sang the harpist’s melody
As homeward he did go

He reached again his wooded glade,
Where first his quest did start:
And when he rode into his home
A glad sight fill’d his heart.

For, sitting in his own sweet wood,
A-harping on her strings;
The faerie princess of his quest,
The maiden of his dreams.

The king, he loved the fair princess
And made of her his queen
They lived with harps and happiness
Fulfilling all their dreams.