Wine & Alchemy Mary Mcgee And The Fae On The Hill
One moonless night near the old standing stones
Young Mary McGee made her lonely way home.
When a music so sweet in the dark caught her ear
And she strayed from her path the better to hear.
She stole up the hill where the stones made a ring,
Drawn by the voice that so sweetly did sing.
And she stood still in awe of what she did see.
And the spell of the song caught young Mary McGee.
Turn, turn, let the world burn.
The better to live and the better to learn.
Heart to heart and skin to skin,
Forget your fears and let me in.
His hair was coal black, and his arms they were strong,
And naked he danced as his voice wove the song.
The song was so pure, Mary fell into trance,
And without her will her feet joined in the dance.
She spun in a circle, her arms flung out wide,
And under the spell felt no reason to hide.
But as her eyes met the eyes of the man
His song it did cease and in terror she ran.
Burn, burn, let the world turn.
The better to live and the better to learn.
Heart to heart and skin to skin,
Forget your fears and let me in.
Safe in her house, the bar on the door
Young Mary drew breath and thought nothing more.
Until a knock came and a voice sounded clear,
And Mary McGee felt a trembling fear.
And as she moved forward to unlock her door,
Her feet moving slowly of their own accord,
She knew her fate sealed by what she had seen,
And with trembling heart let her spirit love in.
Turn, turn, let the world burn.
The better to live and the better to learn.
Heart to heart and skin to skin,
Unbar your door and let me in.
