take me away, my Dear Whelan Man—
take me away to Faerie Land.
Fly me away on Your white Unicorn
to a magical, wonderful world
where We’ll dance together under the Moon—
starlight gleaming off Your sword.
We’ll sing as Angels play their harps—
the Celts and Queens will come and part—
and as the Fires dim and fade,
You’ll bid me Sweet Goodbye.
and on Your Horse, You’ll fly away—
but i'll not weep nor cry.
for i kno that Tomorrow night,
my Dear Sweet Whelan Man,
You’ll be here to take me back
to lov’ed Faerie Land