Of Cabbages

I've always been a farmer and

My heart's bound to the land

The earth's deep roots, are in me blood

She answers to my hand

I grow the best damned cabbages

You ever hope to see

And once upon a Moon struck night

I watched the dancing sidhe

Their music came before them

And it pulled me from me bed

It flowed like cool wine on the breeze

And got inside me head

It made me drunk and sober both

It made me sing and cry

It made me want to weep and dance

And dream that I could fly

And then their voices, caroling

Like bells, like birds, like rain

In words I almost understood

In joy too near to pain

The songs were like the ones you hear

In dreams but can't recall

That fill your mind in slumber

But with dawn you lose it all

And then they came so wondrous bright

So quite beyond compare

With star-shine in their eyes

And silver roses in their hair

Wrapped with an aching beauty

Sweet and bitter, crystal light

A beauty that ya' fear to see

But fear to lose the sight

I saw them at their dancing

Leaping air and silver flame

And conscious, all too conscious

Of my clumsy mortal frame

I watched them at their dancing

Life light footed, full of grace

With my legs of wood and feet of lead

Stood rooted in me place

I am a farmer bound to earth

I know what I do well

I'm mortal and I'm common

Like the cabbages I sell

There's virtue in a cabbage

Even elves eat, I suppose

But once just once, I wish that I

Could grow a silver rose