well; In the little round hole where the eyeball lies She weaves her magical Spell. She is awfully tiny and shy to the sight, But her magic's past believing, For she fills you with light and with laughter, It's the spell of her own sweet weaving. But! the eyes must be blue, And the heart must be true, And the child must be better than gold! And then if you'll let her, The quicker the better She'll make you forget that you're old. So, if such a child you should chance to see, Or with such a child to play, No matter how tired or dull you be, Nor how many tons you weigh You will suddenly find that you're young again, And your movements light and airy And you'll try to be solemn and stiff in vain- It's the spell of the Blue-Eyes Fairy. The scene is concluded by an Entr’acte "In the Forest". Scene 1 Scene 1 – Part 1 The curtain rises during the Entr’acte music. Cousin Henry, Monkey and Jimbo are outside the Star-Cave at the edge of a pine-forest. The cave is too narrow for them to enter. They fall asleep. The Sprites appear and Night falls. The Organ-Grinder sings the Curfew Song. The Sprites hide. Song 3. The Organ Grinder: "The Curfew Song" The sun has gone; The tide of stars is setting all our way, The Pleiades call softly to Orion, As nightly they have called these million years; The children lie asleep; now let them out, And, over-hearing, We waft the fairy call into your dreams, That you may swim upon that tide of gold And list'ning in your hearts, Just over-hear That deep tremendous thunder Signalling reply: All's well! Orion answering the Pleiades! There is the Dance of the Pleiades as the curtain falls. Scene 1 – Part 2 The curtain rises. It is now night-time and the children are awake. The introduction includes a violin and harp duet, and the "Little Bells" music from "The Wand of Youth". The Sprites descend from the Starlight Express: they are the Organ Grinder, the Sweep who sweeps worries away, the Dustman with the stardust of sympathy, the Lamplighter who lights up hope (and the stars), the Head Gardener who makes things grow, the Tramp with instinctive simplicity, and the 'Laugher' who sings troubles into joy. The Woman-of-the-Haystack is the mother of them all,