Out with the fairies I have gone. Be back tomorrow by the setting sun. Feel free to look for me, but with the naked eye, you will not see. For in this side of the world, you must have the eyes of a child. And your heart must be known by the beasts of the wild. I'll bring you back a song and a smile that will last as long as your calloused hands will hold them. Treasures from the fairy land only stay where they are welcome.