Soft tufts drift across the sky
Little fairies—they wave goodbye
A whisper stirs. A thought takes hold
Your name is warmth; my heart turns bold
Oh, little fairies, carry me high—
Where the scent of the tide meets the endless sky
Thoughts take flight, where the stars align
And I find you in this heart of mine
The breeze hums low, a quiet tune
The waves reflect the crescent moon
Shimmering tide—it calls my name
And I’m lost in you, a butterfly to the flame
Do you hear the hum—the static hum?
Do you feel the pull, where dreams come from?
The stars, the tide, the sky—they blur
Little fairies, they whisper her
Oh, little fairies, carry me high—
Where the scent of the tide meets the endless sky
Thoughts take flight, where the stars align
And I find you in this heart of mine
Soft tufts drift. The night is still
The tide’s song echoes; my heart it fills
Little fairies, take me home—
Where love is light, and I’m not alone
