Feygrass

words and music by W. Scott Snyder

G Em

Walking through the green green hills, on a warm midsummer's day

C G D

I heard a sound which puzzled me, so I turned and walked that way

G Em

The faintest sounds of music, seemed to drift upon the breeze

C G D G

And I came upon a wondrous sight, the kind a mad-man says he sees

A dozen tiny ladies, with crytal clear dragonfly wings

Were dancing there in circles, three glittering dainty rings

And there upon a fallen log were five tiny winged men

With banjo, bass, fiddle and guitar - and a tiny mandolin

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Em

And they sawed on the fiddle with a little tiny bow ...

G

You shoulda seen the fingers on that Mandolin go ...

Em

When the banjo took a break, the Bass played along ...

C G D G

The guitarist drank fey whiskey, but he still could play the song

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I tried to remain hidden, but a branch broke at my heel

Which brought a sudden stop the the delightful little reel

They looked at me, surprised and mad, my intrusion was a sin

Until I said "Um - pardon me - you mind if I sit in?"

(Of course) I had my guitar with me on my merry mountain jog

And I showed them, as I walked around to sit upon the log

Their eyes began to sparkle, and they gave a little cheer

And they poured for me a thimble full of thick dark fey-brewed beer

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We played through everything we knew, traded licks and spun some yarns

And now and then we'd pass around fey whiskey in a jar

We played all through the evening, we played all through the night

And the next thing I remember, was the early mornin' light

It seems that I had gone to sleep sometime the night before

And I woke up by that fallen log, where we had played and drank and roared

But the fey folk, they had left me, And I swear that this is true

In the clearing where we danced and sang, the grass had all turned blue

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