My Fairy

She's so fair , cute and wee .
My fairy , she is shy .
Her friend's a bumblebee.

Her home , a yellow tree ,
a place she lives on high .
She's so fair , cute and wee.

I put her on my knee .
She flies towards the sky .
Her friend's a bumblebee.

At times she's on a spree .
At times she's sad , I cry .
She's so fair , cute and wee .

To see her grin with glee
I greet her with a sigh .
Her friend's a bumble bee.

Here she leaves me, she flees ,
so I wave her good-bye .
She's so fair , cute and wee .
Her friend's a bumblebee.

Aggie

Sent is night time again


It is night time again .
I like it quiet , still .
A bit of day remains .

The winds still blow the grains ,
the leaves, the grass, the chill .
It is night time again .

The sun is low and then
it sinks behind the hill .
A bit of day remains .

The birds , the chicks , the wrens
will sing their songs until
it is night time again.


Across the fields , the plains,
the streams , the hills or mills,
a bit of day remains .

Even songs and refrains
make you feel love , the thrill .
It is night time again ;
A bit of day remains .
Aggie