Mermaid from Hallival by Iona Lane

In the far far north lay a gloom ridden shore
That jutted out into the cruel loch
The promise of a castle littered it’s rocks
A tower so high for culprits of self indulgent wars
Dark days that befall
Those dark days that befall

Macleod he lay, lay fortuneless
The castle build was cut short
‘Til the devil said “I’ll pay if you sell your soul”
“My soul may not be bought but
My daughters hand you may behold
Daughters hand you may behold”

So away they wed and they went to bed
The daughters heart led astray
Deceit had sealed her fate
The tower that stood in wait
Under blankets of highland grey
A blanket of highland grey

Fooled by her own blood
On the edge of the tower she stood
The stormy highland gaze blew mightily
As she plummeted to the bottom violently
To spine chilling celtic waters
Spine chilling celtic waters

To this day her presence haunts the loch
Her body deformed by the shoreside
She lurks in the depths, tries to hide
But now she resides
As the mermaid of Assynt
The mermaid of Assynt

• Folk
• indie folk
• pop folk
• roots
• singer-songwriter
• traditional
• United Kingdom