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