This title of this song was inspired by the title of a book of Victorian Women's poetry that I was reading (it's also a line out of a Christina Rosetti poem).  These women didn't get a lot of press back then, but now, their work is being rediscovered.  While I was reading the poems, I started thinking about the fact that people in that era had some beliefs that some might consider superstitions today.  They believed in ghosts and fairies and magic.  As I was reading the poems, I started wondering if anyone back then ever questioned just exactly what it was that the fairies did with their time.  So, I decided to write a song about the Gentle Folk and just exactly what it is that they might do at night while the rest of us are snug in our beds.
 
 

Sing the earth's lullaby, hum the river's song
Roam the coasline all night long
Sound the deep waters with a siren's call
Raise the moon and watch it fall

Know the wisdom of a flowing brook
cascade water into every nook
Pluck black grapes straight off the vine
Drink a cup of vintage wine

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Gentle ones where do you roam tonight?
You, of the wee folk dance in delight
Some still see you from the corner of their eyes
Laughing and playing along earth and sky
 

Laugh with children as their fancied mate
Lead them on a merry chase
Dance ancient circles and whistle a tune
Wake up the sun because dawn's coming soon

Gossamer petals fan the night's air
Comb through strands of silken hair
Sleep with moss and leaves for a bed
Dainty flowers nod overhead

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