When this was our ancestors’ land
Before they were drilled into darkness
And soaked into woe
This flow marked the highest lap
As far as the sea would go.

Edges were magical back in those days
As they’re magical still
So stand you firm upon the planks of this bridge
And wish as you will

We fae will hear you
And if the day doesn’t go ill
We’ll be kind to you
Grant your wishes
And send you no bill