Faith played a dirty trick It put the spell on me Alone in the weird woods I saw the mushroom moon I spoke to stones They didn't speak to me I spoke to trees They didn't say a word A sigh of the wind made me cry And i started to fly I flew over trees, i flew over Mountains and seas The mushroom moon is bad news It's a roundabout, where you never get out The mushroom moon is bad news It's a sad night, a long flight Then came a giant hand It was soft and warm Four fairies on the palm Thank god, i was born Red cheeks and bright blue eyes And gentle smiles Four little old ladies sang An optimistic tune: "Fly baby fly, don't be frightened You know what to do What is it worth to have feet on the earth You fool"