Mich Sampson: Listen

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Nominated for
Best at Con (British Filk Award (SAM) 2005)

Don't think I can't see you behind the oak tree
Making leaves rustle as you spy on me.
You followed the sound of the flute from your home, and
Stumbled upon my small circle of stone.
Come out, child, and join in the dance,
Step into the circle, come see what you're missing.
Just take my hand and I'll show you the way
A one, and a two, and you're with us to stay.

Chorus:
Dance child let your feelings run free
Hear the call of the forests and sea
Our music will paint the leaves with colour
But you'll never know til you dance with me.

I see you've read all the stories,
"Beware of the Fairies, their roundels and songs", your
Kind always feared those who celebrate living,
Spend their days dreaming and doing no wrong.
Come out, child, and join in the dance,
Step into the circle, come see what you're missing.
Just take my hand and I'll show you the way
A one, and a two, and you're with us to stay.

Chorus

Trust me, you'll see you won't want to return
To this pitiful world where dreams crackle and burn.
The snowflake that vanished in the palm of your hand
Drifts on through the dusk of Arcadian lands...

Just take a step, that's it,
Just take a step...

Yes child, let your feelings run free
Hear the call of the forests and sea
Our music will touch the sky with moonlight
But you'll never know til you dance -

Don't say that you've got to go
There's so much that you do not know -

Child, you're making a big mistake,
Come back and play!
Come back and play!

Never wanted you to join our dance anyway!

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© January 2002