Hilary Cronin - The Singer Lyrics

I met a singer on the hill
He wore a tattered cloak
His cap was torn
His shoes were worn
And dreamily he spoke
Fa la la la la la
Fa la la la la la

A wrinkled face, a cheery smile
And a nobby stick had he
His eyes were grey and far away
And changeful as the sea

I offered him a piece of gold
And hoped that he would stay
No word he spoke, but shook his head
And smiled and went his way
Fa la la la la la
La la la la la la

I watched the singer down the hill
My eyes went following after
I thought I heard a fairy flute
And the sound of fairy laughter
Fa la la la la la
La la la la la la"