Sun kissed hills roll,
Grandfather trees sit wearily.
The distant echo of winds whisper,
As we dance with the water.
As we dance with the fairies.

Rocks transform into a village,
Bridges, docks and homes.
Liquid seeps through the dam walls,
As we dance with the water.
As we dance with the fairies.

The twilight festival begins,
The town is alight with small folk.
The wattle from trees now lanterns,
Their buds a glowing aura.
Beneath the universe of stars.
As we dance with the fairies.