The Wee Folk

There's an oak tree in the hollow
By the brook behind the barn
Where inside it dwell the wee folk
Who spin moonlight into yarn

They have lived there for an eon
And are known by just a few
They weave dreams of silken silver
And can make a wish come true

There are those who've tried to find it
Who have searched and searched all day
Only those who are quite young at heart
Can find it, so they say

I remember when I found it
I'd gone off that day to fish
At the creek beyond the brook
Behind the barn I made a wish

I had wished for something special
I had wished with all my heart
All the wee folk gathered 'round me
And they gave me quite a start

Who could know there were so many
Each politely gave his name
They engaged me with their banter
They involved me in their games

'till the sun completely vanished
Then throughout the moonlit night
They delighted me with fantasy
And set my mind to flight

Then the day broke through the night
And in the twilight of the dawn
They did bid me fare-thee-well
And in an instant they were gone

There's an oak tree in thee hollow
By the brook behind the barn
I take all my tattered dreams there
For my wee folk friends to darn

It is there beneath the branches
Where I've oft time been beguiled
That my wee folk friends remind me
That I'll always be a child