Fairy Doors of Childhood

Earth songs from the worms, poems from the moles
Elves dancing around the toadstools

Hiding in the branches, among the green leaves,
Cosimo in his tree-house through the seasons.
 


Fairy Doors


I can't open fairy doors of childhood
I can't find the badger in the woods
I'm stuck here at base camp reality
I can't find my way home to the stars
So, I drink some beer and play my guitar.
Not hearing earth songs from the worms
The moles have hidden all their poems
and the elves have left the toadstools
long ago, so close and yet so far.