EVERY fairy has a star
Where all her tiny treasures are,
And there her faithful gnome,
As soon as she goes out at night
Against the window sets a light
To guide his lady home.

And at the open door he stands
And waves his little twinkling hands
As down to earth she goes ;
Then sits and waits the long night

through,

And sometimes sings a song or two
And sometimes has a doze.

But at the earliest crow of cock

Back to the sky the fairies flock,

And at their doors they stand and

knock

(The air is keen and chill)
They do not wait to see the sun ;
Straight to their little beds they run ;
The stars are darkened one by one
And all the sky is still.