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 good man's wife but ne'er the cradle filled
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 unseen
Through the night she bargained with the Queen and 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'd asked for, and their promises they'd kept

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
A mother of a changeling child from 'neath the fairy hill



Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Deschamps, Heather Dale
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