Light is a dancer here
Little tree
Little Christmas tree
Were you very sorry to come away?
Ten thousand, I saw at a glance
Tossing their heads, in sprightly dance—Singing
If a fairy’s wounded in the wing
Then fairies everywhere—cease to sing
He who shall hurt our little wren
Will never be beloved by men
He who torments the angels’ sprite
Weaves a bower in endless night
So sang these boisterous fairies I see
So sweetly that they stirred and haunted me
Light is a dancer here Little tree Little Christmas tree Were you very sorry to come away?
Ten thousand, I saw at a glance Tossing their heads, in sprightly dance—Singing If a fairy’s wounded in the wing Then fairies everywhere—cease to sing He who shall hurt our little wren Will never be beloved by men He who torments the angels’ sprite Weaves a bower in endless night So sang these boisterous fairies I see So sweetly that they stirred and haunted me
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