In the whisper of the willow
Where the Banshee's tears do weep
A lonely heart does wander
Through the shadows dark and deep
With a myth for a cloak and a tale for a crown
The Leanan Sidhe dances
In a gown of twilight's frown

Through emerald hills and ancient stone
Her sorrow softly calls
In the shimmer of the moonlight
Where the silent night enthralls
With whispers of old magic
In the sigh of autumn's breath
She sings her lonely sonnet
In the somber fields of death

Oh
Leanan Sidhe
Your bittersweet song
In the echo of the twilight
Where the mournful belong
Oh
Leanan Sidhe
Your fairytale's end
In the heart of the forest
Where the lonely descend

In the fog-bound villages
Where the folk tales breed
The mystery of her longing
Like a rose from a seed
Wrapped in legends of yore
Unwritten and forlorn
Her shadows dance with sorrow
In the quiet misty morn

She weaves her dreams in moonbeams
With threads of despair
A tapestry of silence
In the cold autumn air
Through the whispers of the heather
And the tears of the dew
Her story lives forever
In the hearts it once knew

Oh
Leanan Sidhe
Your bittersweet song
In the echo of the twilight
Where the mournful belong
Oh
Leanan Sidhe
Your fairytale's end
In the heart of the forest
Where the lonely descend