Do you hear that? Be aware and still, For the forest's whispers beckons you near Listen closely and you might hear laughter among the trees As the wind sings tales from distant past Of dust and glory , Of kings and ruins , Of sorrow and mirth , Let your soul rest amongst the trees' watchful eyes We are but weary travelers seeking refuge However Beware of fairy rings and hawthorn trees Lest you anger those we call the Fair Folk