Lyric

Soft tufts drift across the sky

Little fairies—they wave goodbye

A whisper stirs. A thought takes hold

Your name is warmth; my heart turns bold

Oh, little fairies, carry me high—

Where the scent of the tide meets the endless sky

Thoughts take flight, where the stars align

And I find you in this heart of mine

The breeze hums low, a quiet tune

The waves reflect the crescent moon

Shimmering tide—it calls my name

And I’m lost in you, a butterfly to the flame

Do you hear the hum—the static hum?

Do you feel the pull, where dreams come from?

The stars, the tide, the sky—they blur

Little fairies, they whisper her

Oh, little fairies, carry me high—

Where the scent of the tide meets the endless sky

Thoughts take flight, where the stars align

And I find you in this heart of mine

Soft tufts drift. The night is still

The tide’s song echoes; my heart it fills

Little fairies, take me home—

Where love is light, and I’m not alone