Changeling Child

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 ood man's wife

But never

Te cradle filled

A mother of

Achangeling child

Fom 'neath the

Firy hill

She traveled to

Te standing stones

And crossed

Ito the green

Where all the host

O elven folk

Were dancing there

Useen

Through the night

Se bargained

With the qeen 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