Come home to the wild,
Come home to the wood.
Come to the land that is pure
And is good.
Come home to the ocean's gentle embrace,
Come home to the most beautiful place.
Come home, my child,
My fairy fae.
Come home as soon as you can,
But not today.
Today is for sweeping city smog,
For the roar of cars, and the harsh bark of a dog.
Today is for London, New York and mon Paris.
Today is for the ethereal world.
But come home soon, my child.
My darling, darling girl.