(Verse 1) The Sunday sun through dusty glass Paints whispers on the floor, And I hear tiny voices pass Behind the plaster door. I put out saucers of sweet cream, A crumb of rye bread, too, For the little hands, the silent team, In walls of lath and glue. (Chorus) Ee-ah-nah fee-ah-noor, pah-geh-nah de-en, Beh-ohls gor-ah-kah, beh-ohls kahr-ahs peh-en. There are no faeries, don't you understand? It's only steel and cogs, that's all we've ever had. (Verse 2) I thank you for the water's flow, The current in the wire, For making all the fixtures glow With your elemental fire. And when the winter winds would bite, And deep the snow was laid, You sent your warmth into the night, And peace was gently made. (Chorus) Ee-ah-nah fee-ah-noor, pah-geh-nah de-en, Beh-ohls gor-ah-kah, beh-ohls kahr-ahs peh-en. There are no faeries, don't you understand? It's only steel and cogs, that's all we've ever had. (Bridge) I remember when the hurricane screamed, The building gave a shudder and groaned, But the bricks held fast, the windows stayed true, And I knew, dear friends, it was all thanks to you. You braced the beams and you tightened the nails, While I sat listening to your hum in the gales. (Chorus) Ee-ah-nah fee-ah-noor, pah-geh-nah de-en, Beh-ohls gor-ah-kah, beh-ohls kahr-ahs peh-en. There are no faeries, don't you understand? It's only steel and cogs, that's all we've ever had. (Outro) So I'll sit here quiet, in my favorite chair... And wait for the whispers from somewhere in there... Yes, I'll wait for next Sunday... to thank you again, my dears. (Softly, as music fades) For holding up the world, and calming all my fears.
