Where dips the rocky highland 
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake, 
There lies a leafy island 
Where flapping herons wake 
The drowsy water-rats; 
There we've hid our faery vats, 
Full of berries 
And of the reddest stolen cherries. 
Come away, O human child! 
To the waters and the wild 
With a faery, hand in hand, 
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand. 

Where the wave of moonlight glosses 
The dim grey sands with light, 
Far off by furthest Rosses 
We foot it all the night, 
Weaving olden dances, 
Mingling hands and mingling glances 
Till the moon has taken flight; 
To and fro we leap 
And chase the frothy bubbles, 
While the world is full of troubles 
And is anxious in its sleep. 
Come away, O human child! 
To the waters and the wild 
With a faery, hand in hand, 
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand. 

Where the wandering water gushes 
From the hills above Glen-Car, 
In pools among the rushes 
That scarce could bathe a star, 
We seek for slumbering trout 
And whispering in their ears 
Give them unquiet dreams; 
Leaning softly out 
From ferns that drop their tears 
Over the young streams 
Come away, O human child! 
To the waters and the wild 
With a faery, hand in hand, 
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand. 

Away with us he's going, 
The solemn eyed: 
He'll hear no more the lowing 
Of the calves on the warm hillside 
Or the kettle on the hob 
Sing peace into his breast, 
Or see the brown mice bob 
Round and round the oatmeal-chest. 
For he comes, the human child! 
To the waters and the wild 
With a faery, hand in hand, 
From a world more full of weeping than he can understand.