The Little Land

In Ireland, in Ireland
The leprechauns abound
They'll dazzle you and promise you
And take you by the hand
Into their little land
Underneath the ground

When you're in the little land
They fill your hands with gold
You think you stay for just a day
You come out bent and old

Dead leaves in your pockets
Oh, my enchanted, have a care!
Run, run from the little folk
Or you'll have dead leaves in your pockets
And snowflakes on your hair

When you're in the little land
You watch thе wee folk play
You see them through a game or two
You come out old and gray

Dеad leaves in your pockets
Oh, my enchanted, have a care!
Run, run from the little folk
Or you'll have dead leaves in your pockets
And snowflakes on your hair

Lights shine in the little land
From diamonds on the wall
But when you're back on the brown hillside
It's cold pebbles after all

Dead leaves in your pockets
Oh, my enchanted, have a care!
Run, run from the little folk
Or you'll have dead leaves in your pockets
And snowflakes on your hair

Music in the little land
It makes the heart rejoice
It charms your ear so you cannot hear
The sound of your true-love's voice

Dead leaves in your pockets
Oh, my enchanted, have a care!
Run, run from the little folk
Or you'll have dead leaves in your pockets
And snowflakes on your hair