Oh, where do Fairies hide their heads (Fairy Song) Thomas Haynes Bayly

Songs, Ballads, and Other Poems Thomas Haynes Bayly, Helena Beecher Hayes Bayly & Francis Wrangham London: Richard Bentley, 1844

Oh, where do Fairies hide their heads
When snow lies on the hills
When frost has spoil'd their mossy beds
And crystalized their rills?
Beneath the moon they cannot trip
In circles o're the plain,
And drafts of dew they cannot sip
Till green leaves come again
Till green leaves come again.

Perhaps in small blue diving bells
They plunge beneath the waves,
Inhabiting the wreathed shells
That lie in coral caves
Perhaps in red
Vesuvius carousals they maintain
And cheer their little spirits up
Till green leaves come again
Till green leaves come again.

When back they come
There'll be glad mirth
And music in the air,
And Fairy wings upon the earth,
And mischief everywhere.
The maids, to keep the elves aloof,
Will bar the doors in vain,
No keyhole will be Fairy proof
When green leaves come again
When green leaves come again.