Dance Of The Elf Queen

DANCE OF THE ELF QUEEN It happens once a year in a place down by the sea She dances in her bright lit gold, she dances for the suffering, She takes it on herself. Her power as a healer, her sacrifice of love, her dance becomes a balm of light She takes it on to heal the plight, of pain and woe, of all the things, that cause us pain, So we regain, the peace of love, to let the forest grow And now she dances…. The pain that she took will soon be gone but she must rest (so she can be strong again) As Sun rises high, to greet a brand new day, a brand new day It happens every a year in a place down by the sea If you close your eyes and you believe In a place where no one dies, under Elven skies