Oh, father and family I love you all so dear
You have always known I was the odd one
I cannot help the call of blood you do fear
That from our mother to me has run.
As through my golden hair the comb is going
As I sit by the side of the lake here in the sun
The golden tresses moving like a stream flowing
You, my family, have called me that odd fair one.
My sisters and my brothers do not look like I
They sometimes cast me glances all so jealous
Complexions dull, hair dark as thunderous sky
I am the reminder of the story my father told us.
Like father you have all followed and taken
Not I, though, it is to my mother’s blood,
Mother’s nature in me now, has wakened
And that other side has now come to bud.
I now like mother comb my tresses by the lake
Like her when she did sit here by the blue water
And did for father his mortal heart make ache
For you see I am my mother’s fairy daughter.