Pixie Land

Pixie Land
© Surazeus
2017 09 17

I wish I was home in the land of apples,
brewing ginger cider in granite chapels.
We danced all night in the silver moon light,
chanting magic spells till our souls took flight.
Fly back home on soaring wings to Pixie Land.

At dawn in Pixie Land where I was born
in a mountain cave on a misty morn
I reached out my hand to grasp the white star
and plucked a ripe apple that shimmered far.
Fly back home on soaring wings to Pixie Land.

From the sparkling mist on her moon-white horse
Queen Scotia came riding on mountain course,
calling us to rise and defend our land
against the greedy king with grasping hand.
Fly back home on soaring wings to Pixie Land.

We marched down from the golden highland hills,
twirling oak wands, along our sparkling rills,
and stood along the Wall of Hadrian
to fight for Scotland and sweet Maryanne.
Fly back home on soaring wings to Pixie Land.

We fought for our homes to the bagpipe song
and spilled our blood to defend right from wrong.
Purple thistles bloom from our beating hearts
where we sleep forever under white stars.
Fly back home on soaring wings to Pixie Land.

Far away west across the swirling sea
we build new homes in the land of the free.
We gather at dawn in the land of apples
to brew ginger cider in red-brick chapels.
Fly back home on soaring wings to Pixie Land.