Verse 1 Mist on the hills, morning slow, Silver stream begins to glow. Clover fields and stones below, Tiny paths the few may know. Soft the wind through oak and fern, Old green hills begin to turn. Footsteps light and voices low, On the road the fair folk know. ⸻ Chorus Softly now the green winds blow, Over hills where clovers grow. Follow where the rainbows flow — That’s where the quiet leprechauns go. Softly now and wander slow, Past the stream and mossy stone. If you walk the hills just so, You may see the leprechauns go. ⸻ Verse 2 Under roots of hawthorn tree, Hidden doors that none can see. Little hammers tapping low, In the dusk’s enchanted glow. Evening light on valley floor, Shadows dance by hill and shore. Those who listen soft and slow Hear the songs the old winds know. ⸻ Chorus ⸻ Verse 3 Rainbow fading into grey, Golden light at end of day. Quiet paths begin to show Where the wandering dreamers go. Step by step through misty air, Ancient silence everywhere. Gentle hearts may someday know Where the quiet leprechauns go. ⸻ Final Chorus Softly now the green winds blow, Over hills where clovers grow. Follow where the rainbows flow — That’s where the quiet leprechauns go. Softly now and wander slow, Past the stream and mossy stone. In the dusk’s enchanted glow, Near the quiet leprechauns you go.
