The King of the fairies - Cécile Corbel

Down in the village of Earlston

Lully lullay

True Thomas plays upon his harp

He turns his face to the sky

Lully lullay

With a story sad story to tell

Oh oh one more song

Oh oh for two years I've been riding

Three hundred miles from my home

My love is calling me

My son is calling me

I can hear them calling me home

Seven years have passed and gone

Lully lullay

True Thomas cries above his harp

The gates of faerie are closed

Lully lullay

For ever True Thomas will say

Oh oh one more song

Oh oh for two years I've been riding

Three hundred miles from my home

My love is calling me

My son is calling me

I can hear them calling me home

I left my family and friends

Since centuries

Became the king of the fairies

I slept on silver and gold

Roses opened for you

I was the king of the fairies

I left my family and friends

Since centuries

Became the king of the fairies

I slept on silver and gold

Roses opened for you

I was the king of the fairies

Under Eildon oak tree

Dragons have golden wings

Rivers are made of milk

Honey and wine are flowing

You shall hold your tongue

You shall keep it to yourself

You shall hold your tongue

You shall keep it to yourself

Under Eildon oak tree

Dragons have golden wings

Rivers are made of milk

Honey and wine are flowing

You shall hold your tongue

You shall keep it to yourself