Heather Dale Changeling Child Lyrics

The wind blows
Low and mournful
Through the
Strath of dalnacreich

Where once
There lived a woman
Who would
A mother be

For twelve long years
A good man's wife
But never
The cradle filled

A mother of
A changeling child
From 'neath the
Fairy hill

She traveled to
The standing stones
And crossed
Into the green

Where all the host
Of elven folk
Were dancing there
Useen

Through the night
She bargained
With the queen of
Fairies all

Who sent her home
At dawning
With a babe beneath
Her shawl

How their home Was joyful
With a son to
Call their own

But soon they saw
The years that passed
Would never
Make him grow

The fairies would not
Answer her
The stones were
Dark and slept

A babe was
All she asked for
And their promises
They'd kept

The wind blows
Low and mournful
Through the
Strath of dalnacreich

Where once there
Lived a woman
Who would
A mother be

For fifty years
She rocked that babe
It's said she
Rocks him still

A mother of
A changeling child
From neath the
Fairy hill

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