Fairyland (feat. Don Pecker)
We're all going to fairyland,
To fairyland now we will go,
We're all going to fairyland,
To fairyland we are going.
Pixies and gnomes and fairies and elves,
Over the hills and down by the well,
Pixies and gnomes and fairies and elves,
Over the hills and away we will go.
(repeat all of that bit)
We're all going to fairyland,
To fairyland now we will go,
We're all going to fairyland,
To fairyland we are going.
Fairyland we are going
To fairyland we are going
To fairyland.....
We are going....
We're all going to fairyland,
To fairyland now we will go,
We're all going to fairyland,
To fairyland we are going.
Fairyland we are going
To fairyland we are going
To fairyland.....
We are going....
song performed by by Kula Shaker
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Fairy & fairyland
Fairy & fairyland
There is a fairyland across the clouds & atmosphere.
It may situate at any planet.
Fairies having curling hair, beautiful eyes, charming color
& two wings on her body lives there.
No body knows their arrival & departure on earth.
Suddenly they come on earth in bright moon light.
They play with color full flowers & butterflies.
Garden, bank of river & lakes, ridges in mountains is their playground.
They dance in-group there.
Demon & ghosts are unholy powers are dangerous for them.
They are always afraid of them.
Stories of fairy & fairyland are subject to attraction in children even now a day.
Such stories are popular & going on in society side by side in spite of controversies.
poem by Vijay Gupta
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The Sailor
The boat of the boatman Madhu is moored at the wharf of Rajgunj.
It is uselessly laden with jute, and has been lying there idle
for ever so long.
If he would only lend me his boat, I should man her with a
hundred oars, and hoist sails, five or six or seven.
I should never steer her to stupid markets.
I should sail the seven seas and the thirteen rivers of
fairyland.
But, mother, you won't weep for me in a corner.
I am not going into the forest like Ramachandra to come back
only after fourteen years.
I shall become the prince of the story, and fill my boat with
whatever I like.
I shall take my friend Ashu with me. We shall sail merrily
across the ever seas and the thirteen rivers of fairyland.
We shall set sail in the early morning light.
When at noontide you are bathing at the pond, we shall be in
the land of a strange king.
We shall pass the ford of Tirpurni, and leave behind us the
desert of Tepantar.
When we come back it will be getting dark, and I shall tell
you of all that we have seen.
I shall cross the seven seas and the thirteen rivers of
fairyland.
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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Farewell
I LEAVE the world to-morrow,—
What news for Fairyland?
I’m tired of dust and sorrow
And folk on every hand.
A moon more calm and splendid
Moves there through deeper skies,
By maiden stars attended
She peaces goddes-wise.
And there no wrath oppresses,
And there no teardrops start,
There cool winds breathe caresses,
That soothe the weary heart.
The wealth the mad world follows
Turns ashes in the hand
Of him who sees the hollows
And glades of Fairyland.
And pine boughs sigh no sorrow
Where fairy rotas play,—
I leave the world to-morrow
For ever and a day.
poem by Enid Derham
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But childhood prolonged, cannot remain a fairyland. It becomes a hell.
quote by Louise Bogan
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Fanciful Dream
I left my love in the Fairy Glen
Home of the litte fairy men
I met her there on a July night
When a Summer moon was beaming bright.
For my love was the Fairy Queen
In Fairyland she reign supreme
She wore a glittering diamond cloak
Queen of the little fairy folk.
Though the night was bright it was bright as day
In a wooded vale I lost my way
Then I sat me down by a tall oak tree
And the Fairy Queen she came to me.
I gazed upon this fairy small
She stood scarcely more than two foot tall
Tiny shoes covered her tiny feet
And she bowed towards me in a fairy greet
Her pretty little face showed no trace of woe
And her hair was white as new fallen snow
And her eyes were sparkling bright and brown
And on her head she wore a tiny crown.
Then she smiled at me and this did say
You're in Fairyland you have lost your way
Sorry to disturb you from your rest
Come along with me and be my guest.
Then she led me to the fairy ball
To a fairy dance in a fairy hall
All the fairy folk were dancing there
And fairy music filled the air.
But when we stepped inside the fairy dance hall door
A hushed silence fell across the floor
Fairy men and women scarce one third my size
All looked up at me with fear in their eyes.
But their Queen she spoke to them and said
Of this gentle giant you need hold no dread
I met him in the oak tree shade
Into Fairyland he has somehow strayed.
Then the fairy band started playing anew
And the fairy folk started dancing too
Round and round the dance floor they did wheel
To the haunting sound of a fairy reel.
I have never seen people quite so gay
As these little fairies in their bright array
These happy folk did laugh and sing
As they danced around in a fairy ring.
Then I left the ball with the Fairy Queen
And we strolled the banks of a moonlit stream
I stooped to kiss her but she was gone
And by the moonlit stream I stood alone.
The alarm clock rang and I awoke
And my spell of fantasy was broke
I awoke to a World of reality
From a Fairyland of fantasy.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Modern Elfland
I cut a staff in a churchyard copse,
I clad myself in ragged things,
I set a feather in my cap
That fell out of an angel's wings.
I filled my wallet with white stones,
I took three foxgloves in my hand,
I slung my shoes across my back,
And so I went to fairyland.
But lo, within that ancient place
Science had reared her iron crown,
And the great cloud of steam went up
That telleth where she takes a town.
But cowled with smoke and starred with lamps,
That strange land's light was still its own;
The word that witched the woods and hills
Spoke in the iron and the stone.
Not Nature's hand had ever curved
That mute unearthly porter's spine.
Like sleeping dragon's sudden eyes
The signals leered along the line.
The chimneys thronging crooked or straight
Were fingers signalling the sky;
The dog that strayed across the street
Seemed four-legged by monstrosity.
‘In vain,' I cried, ‘though you too touch
The new time's desecrating hand,
Through all the noises of a town
I hear the heart of fairyland.'
I read the name above a door,
Then through my spirit pealed and passed:
‘This is the town of thine own home,
And thou hast looked on it at last.'
poem by Gilbert Keith Chesterton
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Modern Elfland
I cut a staff in a churchyard copse,
I clad myself in ragged things,
I set a feather in my cap
That fell out of an angel's wings.
I filled my wallet with white stones,
I took three foxgloves in my hand,
I slung my shoes across my back,
And so I went to fairyland.
But Lo, within that ancient place
Science had reared her iron crown,
And the great cloud of steam went up
That telleth where she takes a town.
But cowled with smoke and starred with lamps
That strange land's light was still its own;
The word that witched the woods and hills
Spoke in the iron and the stone.
Not Nature's hand had ever curved
That mute unearthly porter's spine.
Like sleeping dragon's sudden eyes
The signals leered along the line.
The chimneys thronging crooked or straight
Were fingers signalling the sky;
The dog that strayed across the street
Seemed four-legged by monstrosity.
'In vain,' I cried, 'though you too touch
The new time's desecrating hand,
Through all the noises of a town
I hear the heart of fairyland.'
I read the name above a door,
Then through my spirit pealed and passed:
'This is the town of thine own home,
And thou hast looked on it at last.'
poem by G.K. Chesterton from The Wild Knight and Other Poems (1900)
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The Dangerous Little Boy Fairies
In fairyland the little boys
Would rather fight than eat their meals.
They like to chase a gauze-winged fly
And catch and beat him till he squeals.
Sometimes they come to sleeping men
Armed with the deadly red-rose thorn,
And those that feel its fearful wound
Repent the day that they were born.
poem by Vachel Lindsay
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Show Some Love
In fairyland all the fairies
Love to laugh and play-
Even all the fairies know
Poets who are sweet and kind
With a sense of humour
Are the best of friends
You don't have to look hard to find
A real friend, who will laugh and play
If you know how to be a friend-
Even all the fairies know
If you haven't anything nice to say
Don't create a bad day..
If you are a real poet or poetess
Show some love, if not go away!
poem by Rachel Nichols
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A Fairy
You are to go someday
To a faraway land, so fair.
The fairyland is simple,
For your enjoyment.
Its winter is as cold as its autumn
And spring and summer.
The land deserves praise,
Of its jewels and diamonds.
Joys do pretend, but these
Are the simplest ones.
The land of fairies defies gravity,
With goodness to display.
My fairy is in my garden
Telling me of this story.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Idle Fame
I would not wish the burning blaze
Of fame around a restless world,
The thunder and the storm of praise
In crowded tumults heard and hurled.
I would not be a flower to stand
The stare of every passer-bye;
But in some nook of fairyland,
Seen in the praise of beauty's eye.
poem by John Clare
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Age restrictions apply for M lady Ernestine
The boundaries which lie between
the worlds of fact and fantasy.
Remain in place although unseen
by unbelievers easily.
All children know they can pass through
to roam at will in fairyland.
Something which adults cannot do.
Because the children understand
the rules which keep the adults out.
Do not apply to them at all,
that they’re welcome they have no doubt.
To answer when the fairies call.
Come one come all, it’s time to play
today’s a fairy holiday.
14-May-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Bottom's Dream.
Bottom's dream had no bottom; ours may, too,
Have no foundation. We may wake, indeed;
But all seems such a vision, none can say
(If aught's real) where reality begins.
What if we were dead now — if this were death,
And we had been alive long, long ago,
And here and now were in an after-life!
Thought sets us to a tune that we can sing;
But, like the rustic waked in fairyland,
It's all too hard for us to understand.
poem by Robert Crawford
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Fairyland
Do you remember that careless band,
Riding o'er meadow and wet sea-sand,
One autumn day, in a mist of sunshine,
Joyously seeking for fairyland?
The wind in the tree-tops was scarcely heard,
The streamlet repeated its one silver word,
And far away, o'er the depths of wood-land,
Floated the bell of the parson-bird.
Pale hoar-frost glittered in shady slips,
Where ferns were dipping their finger-tips,
From mossy branches a faint perfume
Breathed o'er honeyed Clematis lips.
At last we climbed to the ridge on high
Ah, crystal vision! Dreamland nigh!
Far, far below us, the wide Pacific
Slumbered in azure from sky to sky.
And cloud and shadow, across the deep
Wavered, or paused in enchanted sleep,
And eastward, the purple-misted islets
Fretted the wave with terrace and steep.
We looked on the tranquil, glassy bay,
On headlands sheeted in dazzling spray,
And the whitening ribs of a wreck forlorn
That for twenty years had wasted away.
All was so calm, and pure and fair,
It seemed the hour of worship there,
Silent, as where the great North-Minster
Rises for ever, a visible prayer.
Then we turned from the murmurous forest-land,
And rode over shingle and silver sand,
For so fair was the earth in the golden autumn,
That we sought no farther for Fairyland.
poem by Anne Glenny Wilson
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Trash
Trash
Don't take your love away
Trash
Don't take your love away
Trash
Don't try to take my life away
And please don't you ask me why
I love you ...
Because i don't know if i do
I know it's ...
And what will i do with you ?
I'd go to lover's leap with you
I'd go to fairyland with you
I'd go to planet blue with you
But i just don't know if i do ...
song performed by by Morrissey
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Crickets On A Strike
The foolish queen of fairyland
From her milk-white throne in a lily-bell,
Gave command to her cricket-band
To play for her when the dew-drops fell.
But the cold dew spoiled their instruments
And they play for the foolish queen no more.
Instead those sturdy malcontents
Play sharps and flats in my kitchen floor.
poem by Vachel Lindsay
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Good Morning Fairyland (Somewhere In Fantsayland)
Good morning,
Welcome to our fairyland,
It is starting to expand.
Birds singing a happy song,
Glad to see the lively throng.
New residents daily arrive,
Coming here from the other
side.
More little houses built in a
row,
Each surrounded by mistletoe.
Inside the house a Mr. and Mrs.,
Walls decorated with hugs and
kisses.
This is a, forever land,
No more shifting of the sand,
Time, truely does stand still,
We have found Euthopiaville
poem by Heather Burns
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A Christmas Wish
I CAN NOT give you happiness :
For wishes long have ceased to bring
The Fortune which to page and king
They brought in those good centuries,
When with a quaint and starry wand
Witches turned poor men's thoughts to gold
And Cinderella's carriage rolled
Through moonlight into Fairyland.
I may but wish you happiness :
Not Pleasure's dusty fruit to hnd,
But wines of Mirth and Friendship kind,
And Love, to make with you a home.
But may Our Lord whose Son has come
Now heed the wish and make it true,
Even as elves were wont to do
When wishing could bring happiness.
poem by Frederick William Harvey
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All That I need for MY lady Irene
On satin sheets my lady lies.
What does she dream behind closed eyes?
It seems she dreaming pleasantly
the evidence is plain to see
. She’s smiling sweetly in her sleep.
Her secret dreams are hers to keep
but sometimes she will share with me
because she trusts me completely.
She knows that I will understand
her soaring flights of fantasy
The things she sees in fairyland
and listen sympathetically.
I need not dream I realise
my lady is my paradise.
18-Jan-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Wealth
(For Aline)
From what old ballad, or from what rich frame
Did you descend to glorify the earth?
Was it from Chaucer's singing book you came?
Or did Watteau's small brushes give you birth?
Nothing so exquisite as that slight hand
Could Raphael or Leonardo trace.
Nor could the poets know in Fairyland
The changing wonder of your lyric face.
I would possess a host of lovely things,
But I am poor and such joys may not be.
So God who lifts the poor and humbles kings
Sent loveliness itself to dwell with me.
poem by Joyce Kilmer
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