Faun - The Market Song lyrics

On a fine evening fair in the month of april
Over the hill came the sun with a smile
And the folks they were
Throngin' the roads everywhere
Makin' haste to be in
At the Copshawholme Fair
I've seen 'em a-comin' from
Mountains and glens
Those rosy-faced lasses and
Strappin' young men
With a joy in their heart
And unburdened o' care
A-meetin' old friends at
The Copshawholme Fair

Whoever joined our gathering
And danced under the garlands green
Will never be the same again
Now rest your head and stay a while
And dwell with us the summer's night
And you'll never be the same again

There are lads for the lasses
There's toys for the bairns
Jugglers and tumblers and folks with no arms
There's a ballad-singer here and
A fiddler there
Nut-men and spice-men at Copshawholme Fair
There are peddlers and potters
And gingerbread stands
Peepshows and popping darts
And green caravans there's fruit from all
Nations exhibited there
With kale plants from Orange
At Copshawholme Fair

Whoever joined our gathering
And danced under the garlands green
Will never be the same again
Now rest your head and stay a while
And dwell with us the summer's night
And you'll never be the same again

You came a long way, you traveled for so long
Now rest your head before the summer's gone
Meet us in the sunny fields and
Meet us in the greenwood deep
And step in our faerie ring 'cause you'll
Never ever ever be the same again

When the hiring is over, off they all sprang
Into the ballroom for to join in the throng
And "I Never Will Lie With My Mammy Nae Mair"
The fiddles play briskly at Copshawholme Fair