In the little house on the elven hill
Where underneath the tiny elves are living
In their splendid palaces and castles
The bell tolls, for it is time for giving

In the great hall you can hear the music
And the whisperings of the growing grass
You’re mesmerized by the sparkling diamonds
Who are reflected in the crystal glass

You smell the scent of snow white moon flowers
Which erupt out of the glare of the sun
And are collected in a silver bag
With softly whispers of which love is spun