Horse rider

You’re dangerous ’cause you’re honest You’re dangerous, you don’t know what you want Well you left my heart empty as a vacant lot For any spirit to haunt Hey hey sha la la Hey hey You’re an accident waiting to happen You’re a piece of glass left there on the beach Well you tell me…

Faerie Queen

Over on the hill There grows a flower Growing quicker still More perfect by the hour Deep within that flower Is a tiny chair All a-fringed with gold The fairy queen sits there… It is in her breath That the wind does blow It is in her heart As pure as winter snow It is…