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ππππ ππππππ πππππ:The Alder Fairy
By the lake or river-side
Where the Alders dwell,
In the Autumn may be spied
Baby catkins; cones besideβ
Old and new as well.
Seasons come and seasons go;
Thatβs the tale they tell!
After Autumn, Winterβs cold
Leads us to the Spring;
And, before the leaves unfold,
On the Alder youβll behold,
Crimson catkins swing!
They are making ready now:
Thatβs the song I sing!
ππππ ππππππ πππππ:The Alder Fairy
By the lake or river-side
Where the Alders dwell,
In the Autumn may be spied
Baby catkins; cones besideβ
Old and new as well.
Seasons come and seasons go;
Thatβs the tale they tell!
After Autumn, Winterβs cold
Leads us to the Spring;
And, before the leaves unfold,
On the Alder youβll behold,
Crimson catkins swing!
They are making ready now:
Thatβs the song I sing!