The fields with fairies laugh and dance
the hills with toadstools grow
as the merry makers stop their hearts
with treasures from the trove

and beat beat beat goes the jamboree drum
the tables heave with wine
the souls browse the racks in a state of flux
either side of the twilight time

and ring ring ring goes the register bell
the maidens skim the cream
and the little death dies into life again
like a ghost in a mirror of dreams