I am he that knocks on your windowpane,
I am he
Close your eyes, forget your every care,Picture faerie castles in
I looked across the battlefield,Blood seeping from my wounds-My comrades,
Out in the wood, there?s a band of small Faeries,If
You gave me all that I would need,And made my
Axes flash, broadsword swing,Shining armour's piercing ringHorses run with polis
Cool breeze, sheltering trees,Deep within the glen-All around, sound, on
The swirling of dresses,The scuffing of shoes-"Should my hair be
Land of dreams, cloaked in grey,Rise again at dawn of
Smoke fills the room,With castles in the air-I weave them
Lyrics by P. ObermarckMusic by H. AlexanderWolfen one,You are my
Doo doo doo doo doo Doo doo doo doo doo
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