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


these lyrics are submitted by Anonymous