Kristalle

A little fairy comes at night, her eyes are blue and her hair is brown With silver spots upon her wings And from the moon she flutters down. She has a little silver wand, And when a good child goes to bed She waves a hand from right to the left And m

Come away, come sweet love, The golden morning breakes. All the earth, all the ayre, Of love and pleasure speakes. Teach thine armes the to embrace, And sweet rosie lips to kiss, And mix our souls in mutuall blisse. Eyes were made for beauties grace,