The Little Land lyrics

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 the wee folk play

You see them through a game or two

You come out old and gray

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

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

• Artist:Malvina Reynolds
• Album:Another Country Heard From (1960)