I saw them in the garden first, the fairies danced last night,
Into the weary forest, sugar lanterns shining bright.
A beacon to old loves in green hammocks, singing though my head is bending low, I hear the gentle warbles calling, in the blackness…come on home.
Carry me back on a tee shirt wing all merry all happy and bright. By and by hard times come knocking at the door, but my old Kentucky home, fireflies.