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The Child who called the King
There are old photographs of children pretending to be fairies taken at Thorn House. This song imagines an encounter with the Fairy King!
[Verse 1]
At Thorn House the children played, with flower crowns in hair,
They posed beside the garden wall, the summer’s breath was there.
But one small girl stepped out of frame, her smile turned to a grin,
They say she whispered soft and low, and called the fairy king.
[Verse 2]
The photograph is silver still, yet in the shaded space,
No blur of dress, no lifted hand, no trace of child’s face.
Some swear she crossed the meadow’s edge to where the light grows thin,
And vanished past the barley rows to where the tides roll in.
[Chorus]
Did she walk the border where the veils grow thin?
Did the king look down and beckon her within?
That moment caught, she’s never quite gone,
The child who called the king in the echoes of dawn.
[Verse 3]
The Mewstone waits beyond the shore, the gulls wheel in the spray,
While Thorn House garden holds its hush, where children once did play.
Lean close into the faded print and hear the soft refrain,
A single name, a breath of wind, then silence falls again.
[Chorus]
Did she walk the border where the veils grow thin?
Did the king look down and beckon her within?
That moment caught, she’s never quite gone,
The child who called the king in the echoes of dawn.