Vanessa Mae, violin - Reflection
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(The Fairy Fiddler by Ethel Archer)
Away, in the misty moorland glen
Where the Elf-Folk dance with the Wee Brown Men,
And the rowan-berry burns haughtily
As she tells of the wind's inconstancy
'Tis there I am bound by the far faint rune
Of the Fairy Fiddler's silver shoon!
Where the harebell waves from the tufted grass,
There never the foot of a man may pass;
For the painted fireflies glance and gleam
Like the golden thoughts in a goblin's dream,
And the ghostly coppice of oak and<br/><br/>