They giggle and laugh and skip along A land of imagination they are from They play on the wind as it blows And they never want to go slow The wind carry them through the leaves What a sensational lovely breeze The leaves rustles with laughter Cos the fairies plays and laughs as they go Hither, thither, forward and fro, thats how they go This is the only time the old oak smiles Is when the fairies and his leaves inter twine Old oak has been here for over a 100 years And this old oak has nothing left of tears Hes only happiness is this play days Never the less his thoughts also sometimes strays As the sun's smoothing warmth whispers And the dew falls all crisper Old oak is an old soul and seen so many things So many things come and go as whisping flings But fairies dancing and laughing in his branches Provides him with moments of pleasure in pure glances Old oak
