alone with mother - samuel coleridge-taylor lyrics

the time we like the best of all
is when the shadows creepy crawl
one after another;
when the golden sun sinks down in the west
and the tired birdie flies home to its nest
and we’re left alone with mother

then the story fairies silently creep
and over her big armchair they peep
one after the other;
and she tells us the wonderful things they say
of fairy countries so far away
when we’re left alone with mother