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Page Number: 21. Illustrator: Hilda T. Miller
Book: The Rose Fyleman Fairy Book by Rose Fyleman
Publisher: Doubleday, Doran & Co. Date: 1923
When she was in her garden
And playing with her ball,
Ann heard a distant music
On the other side of the wall-
A far-off singing, shrill and sweet,
In the still and sunshine day,
And these the words were of the song
That the voice did sing and say: -
‘Happy, happy it is to be
Where the greenwood hangs o’er the dark blue sea;
To roam in the moonbeams clear and still
And dance with the elves over dale and hill;
To taste their cups and with them roam
The fields for dewdrops and honeycomb.
Climb then, and come, as quick as you can,
And dwell with the fairies, Elizabeth Ann!’
Ann held her ball, and listened;
The faint song died away;
And it seemed it was a dream she’d dreamed
In the hot and sunshine day;
She heard the whistling of the birds,
The droning of the bees;
And then once more the singing came,
And now the words were these: -
‘Never, never, comes tear or sorrow,
In the mansions old where the fairies dwell;
But only the harping of their sweet harp-strings,
And the lonesome stroke of a distant bell,
Where upon hills of thyme and heather,
The shepherd sits with his wandering sheep;
And the curlew wails, and the skylark hovers
Over the sand where the conies creep;
Climb then, and come, as quick as you can,
And dwell with the fairies, Elizabeth Ann!’
And just as Ann a-tiptoe crept,
Under the old green wall,
To where a stooping cherry tree
Grew shadowy and tall;
Above the fairy’s singing
Hollow and shrill and sweet,
That seemed to make her heart stand still,
And then more wildly beat,
Came her Mother’s voice a-calling ‘Ann!
Come quick as you are able;
And wash your grubby hands, my dear,
For dinner’s on the table!’
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Faery Riders
Ella Young (1969)

Page Number: 22. Illustrator: Harrison Cady
Book: Queen Silver-Bell by Frances Hodgson Burnett
Publisher: The Century Co., New York Date: 1911
When the moon is round and white
The Faery Riders shake the night
With song and laughter going by:
I love to hear the noise they make,
The pine trees hear it too, and wake;
It fills the room in which I lie.
I hear the trumpets long and loud,
I hear the voices of a crowd,
I hear the horses prancing by:
All night they pass, and pass, and pass,
But not one little blade of grass
Is trampled down or turned awry.
If I could see their faces plain,
Or run beside the bridle rein
Of Mab the Queen, as she comes by:
I might know all the Faeries know,
And follow, follow where they go
Before the sun climbs up the sky.
But though I hurry might and main
To look out through the windowpane,
I never see them passing by.
Just when I reach the window sill
The music stops and all is still:
Only the wind is passing by.
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Underground
Kjelgaard/Godula (2006)
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Page Number: 23. Publisher: Pillar Rock Publishing Date: 2006
Welcome my sweet to Underground, where I live,
With everybody else who,
Came here from brighter skies.
Deep down, way down past the grass
Where the ladybugs, and the honeybees buzz,
I run, a sort of second-hand shop.
And I have everything you need,
Made from anything that’s lost,
Or carelessly dropped from above-
I will help you feel at home, I will love you
Like you were my own, for you my arms
Are always open wide, little fairy come inside.
There are so many here like you,
The ones, who listen to their hearts and,
Not to the orders of the Queen.
We may not have the moon or stars right now,
And yet, we have each other,
Mab can’t take that away-
So come and meet the rest,
They’ll surely do their very best,
To make you feel at home and unafraid,
And those children up above, I know they’re
Sending you their love, that helps to keep our
Spirits burning bright, everything will be alright.
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The Island
Rose Fyleman (1923)

Page Number: 25. Illustrator: Hilda T. Miller
Book: The Rose Fyleman Fairy Book by Rose Fyleman
Publisher: Doubleday, Doran & Co. Date: 1923
I know an island in a lake,
Green upon waters grey,
It has a strange enchanted air;
I hear the fairies singing there
When I go by that way.
They guard their hidden dwelling-place
With bands of stalwart reeds,
But sometimes, by a happy chance,
I see them all come out and dance
Upon the water-weeds.
One night, one summer night, I know
Suddenly I shall wake,
And very softly hasten down
And out beyond the sleeping town
To find my fairy lake.
I shall not need to seek a boat,
It will be moored, I think,
Within a tiny pebbled bay
Where meadow-sweet and mallow sway
Close to the water’s brink.
The moon from shore to shadowy shore
Will make a shining trail,
And I shall sing their fairy song
As joyfully I float along -
I shall not need a sail.
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The Fairy Ball
Rose Fyleman (1923)

Page Number: 27. Illustrator: Harrison Cady
Book: Queen Silver-Bell by Frances Hodgson Burnett
Publisher: The Century Co. Date: 1911
“We’re off to the ball to-night, to-night;
What shall we wear, for we must look right?”
“Search in the fields for a lady’s-smock;
Where could you find a prettier frock?”
“We’re off to the ball to-night, to-night;
What shall we do for our jewels bright?”
“Trouble you not for a bracelet or a ring,
A daisy-chain is the most perfect thing.”
“We’re off to the ball to-night, to-night;
What shall we do if we shake with fright?”
“When you are there you will understand
That no one is frightened in Fairyland.”
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I Shall Come Back
Hilda Conkling (1922)

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Page Number: 29. Illustrator: Dorothy P. Lathrop
Book: Silverhorn by Hilda Conkling
Publisher: Fredrick A. Stokes Co. Date: 1924
I shall be coming back to you
From seas, rivers, sunny meadows,
Glens that hold secrets.
I shall come back with my hands full
Of light and flowers,
Brooks braided in with sunbeams
Will hang from my fingers,
And my heart will be awake. . .
All my thoughts and joys will go to you.
I shall bring back things that I have picked up,
Traveling this road or the other,
Things found by the sea or in the pinewood.
There will be a pine-cone in my pocket,
Grains of pink sand between my toes.
I shall tell you of stars like seaweed,
Moons will glitter in my hair. . .
Will you know me?
I shall come back when the sunset,
Has turned away and gone,
And you will untangle the moons,
And make me drowsy
And put me to bed.
And kiss me goodnight.
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Title Page Art

Page Number: 1 Illustrator: Maginel Wright Enright
Book: Flower Fairies by Clara Ingram Judson
Publisher: Rand McNally & Co. Date: 1915
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Dedication Page Art

Page Number: 5 Illustrator: Dorothy P. Lathrop
Book: Down-Adown-Derry by Walter de la Mare
Publisher: Henry Holt and Company Date: 1922
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All music performed by Ellen Kjelgaard Godula and
Brian Godula along with the following musicians;
Bret Malmquist - Acoustic Guitar on "Queen Mab", Nylon Guitar on "Vision" and "The Fairy Ball",
Dobro Guitar on "Underground" and Electric Guitar on "Light-Hearted Fairy"
Tim Ellis - Electric Guitar on "The Fairy Queen", "Fairy Lore", "Barter", Faery Riders and "The Island".
He Plays acoustic on "Queen Mab" and Underground". Tim also plays banjo, mandolin and the high-strung acoustic guitar on "Underground.
Brian Brickley - Plays Drums on all songs with the exception of "The Light-Hearted Fairy", Away We Go", "Vision" and "Fairy Ball"
Mike Snyder - Plays Percussion on "The Light-Hearted Fairy", "Queen Mab", "Vision" and "The Fairy Ball"
Gary Harris - Plays Flute on "When She Was In Her Garden". Alto Sax on "Fairy Folk". Tenor Sax on "Fairy Lore".
David Lipkind - Plays Harmonica on "I Shall Come Back".
Stan Bock - Plays Trombone on "The Fairy Ball".
Kirt Peterson - Plays Clarinet on "The Light-Hearted Fairy".
All songs written, arranged and produced
by Ellen Kjelgaard Godula and Brian Godula
Recorded and Mixed at Soundhole Studios, Portland, Oregon
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Back Cover Page Art

Page Number: Back Cover Illustrator: Dorothy P. Lathrop
Book: Silverhorn by Hilda Conkling
Publisher: Frederick A. Stokes Co. Date: 1924
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