Blackmore's Night - Faerie queen

^DmOver on the hi^Fll, t^Dmhere grows a flower ^DmGrowin^Fg quicker still,^Dm more perfect by the hour ^DmDeep within t^Fhat flowe^Fr, is^Dm a tiny chair ^FAll a-fri^Dmnged ^Fwith gol^Emd, the fairy^Dm queen sits there…

^DmIt is in he^Fr breath, tha^Dmt the wind does blow ^DmIt is in h^Fer heart ^Dm, as pure as winter snow ^DmIt is in h^Fer tears, ^Fcrystal ^Dmraindrops fall ^FAnd within^F her y^Emears, ^Dmthat she is in us all…

^FOh da^Frk eyes, hel^Dmp me see ^DmJust o^Fne look, s^Fhe is gone, ^FLoo^Dmk on me,^Dm we are one ^FFadin^Fg w^Aith^Dm the setting sun…

^DmAs the wil^Flow bows ^Dm, to her majesty ^DmAll th^Fe fores^Dmt flowers, love her mystery ^DmWho would n^Fot admire, w^Fho could^Dm not adore ^FWho does ^Fnot de^Emsire, ^Dmwho wishes to see more?

^FOh d^Fark eyes, h^Dmelp me see ^DmJust o^Fne look, s^Fhe is gone, ^FLoo^Dmk on me,^Dm we are one ^FFading with^F th^Dme setting sun… 3X