The Little People

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Lyric

Have you seen the little people who live in the leaves 
In their tiny purple hoods when we're bringing in the sheaves 
Or wearing golden caps and our hearts upon their sleeves 
Not everyone who's heard of them believes 

Can you hear them whisper wordless the language they speak 
hold your tongue and lock your lips and you might just sneak a peek 
they are dancing in the twilight to the music of the meek 
they turn and see you coming up the creek 

Catch them if you can to get their hidden treasure 
In the woods among the roots they hide it at their leisure 
What you bring to them you'll get back a triple measure 
And you'll question is this merely mortal pleasure