Princess Fay searched in vain through the gardens
For the elusive friends of her childhood

She'd known in her heart that the day would arrive
When the time of her youth was at end
She had grown through the seasons
As the leaves turned to gold
And gracefully entered the days
When the songs of little girls grow quiet
And the flowers grow undisturbed

She'd been so very careful
Not to grow very much
But the time slips away like the sun
And as the days came to pass
So too went the child
Who had danced on the edge of the night

Now it saddened her so to believe that the faeries
Would no longer lighten her life