A formal procession
A Royal promenade,
Happiness is tangible,
Excitement, contagious
The Fair ones walk
Their loved ones follow
For those who walk the Fair Road,
Say good-bye to your tomorrow,
For those who follow the Fair ones,
They find a wond’rous land,
Where sun is always smiling down
And sadness and sorrow die.
The berries are rich
The wine even richer
For on that long Fair Road,
Wishes come to the wisher.
Once you walk the Fair Road,
You may never go back,
Consider it wisely Traveler,
For once you leave, there’s no second guesses.
The Fair Road is tempting,
Tempting to all
But be wary stranger
Even the mighty can fall.
Once you choose your path,
You may never leave,
Your mind is made up,
The magic is binding.
Those who trod
On that long Fair Road
Loved that above all else
As their choice clearly showed
Those who walk the Fair Road,
Are Fair as Fair can be
But with a couple strangers
Perhaps two maybe three.
Those strangers as they say,
Shall wither and die,
For the Fair Road is not meant
For those who can not fly.
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