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Whispers of the Emerald Glen

Forest Fairies of Éire – ethereal Celtic folk with silver mist, fluttering wings, and ancient whispers. Dance beneath the moon on emerald hills, where the fair folk guard their secrets forever. 🌿✨🧚‍♀️🌙 (Verse 1) In the mist of morning silver, where the wildwood softly sings, Tiny lights in dew are shining, fluttering on crystal wings. Through the oak and through the heather, where the river bends again, There are voices in the shadows — whispers of the emerald glen. (Chorus) Dance, fairies, dance, beneath the moon’s pale flame, Sing your ancient stories, none can call your name. Through the veil of twilight, softly they remain, The forest fairies wandering the green hills of Éire’s plain. (Verse 2) From the fog of time they’re woven, born of rain and silver leaves, Guardians of the emerald silence, hearts of starlight on their sleeves. When the storm is softly crying, they will wake the world again, With the laughter of the moonlight — whispers of the emerald glen. (Chorus) Dance, fairies, dance, beneath the moon’s pale flame, Sing your ancient stories, none can call your name. Through the veil of twilight, softly they remain, The forest fairies wandering the green hills of Éire’s plain. (Verse 3) If you walk the path at midnight, where the clover meets the stone, You might hear their laughter echo, like a song you’ve never known. Don’t you chase their silver shimmer, or you’ll never find your way, For the fair folk guard their secrets till the break of light and day. (Verse 4) Many lost have felt their kindness when the forest closed them in, Gentle hands that guide through shadows, where no human’s ever been. If you wake and find a feather where your fear had once been pain, You were touched by forest angels — whispers of the emerald glen. (Bridge) Softly the harp of the west wind plays, Calling the souls of forgotten days. If you listen close, you’ll hear them sigh — The forest remembers, though ages fly. (Final Chorus) Dance, fairies, dance, till the stars grow dim, Through moss and magic, through mist and hymn. Under emerald branches, forever they’ll reign, The fairies of Ireland — wild and untamed. #ForestFairies #CelticFolk #EmeraldGlen #IrishFairies #FairyDance #MoonlitMystery #CelticWhispers #Folk2026