Malvina Reynolds — The Little Land

In Ireland, in Ireland The leprechauns abound They'll dazzle you and promise you And take you by the hand Into their little land Underneath the ground When you're in the little land They fill your hands with gold You think you stay for just a day You come out bent and old Dead leaves in your pockets Oh, my enchanted, have a care! Run, run from the little folk Or you'll have dead leaves in your pockets And snowflakes on your hair When you're in the little land You watch thе wee folk play You see them through a game or two You come out old and gray Dеad leaves in your pockets Oh, my enchanted, have a care! Run, run from the little folk Or you'll have dead leaves in your pockets And snowflakes on your hair Lights shine in the little land From diamonds on the wall But when you're back on the brown hillside It's cold pebbles after all Dead leaves in your pockets Oh, my enchanted, have a care! Run, run from the little folk Or you'll have dead leaves in your pockets And snowflakes on your hair Music in the little land It makes the heart rejoice It charms your ear so you cannot hear The sound of your true-love's voice Dead leaves in your pockets Oh, my enchanted, have a care! Run, run from the little folk Or you'll have dead leaves in your pockets And snowflakes on your hair