Stolen Child from The Burren by Tess Callaghan

Stolen Child

Where dips the rocky highland
Of sleuth wood in the lake
There lies a leafy Island
Where flapping herrons wake
The drowsy water rats
There we’ve hid our faery vats
Full of berries
And of reddest stolen cherries

Come away oh human child
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand
For the world’s too full of weeping 
More than you can understand

Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And anxious in its sleep.

Come away oh human child
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand
For the world’s too full of weeping 
Than you can understand

Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams

Come away oh human child
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand
For the world’s too full of weeping 
Than you can understand
Come away oh human child
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand
For the world’s too full of weeping 
Than you can understand

Away with us he's going,
The solemn-eyed
He'll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest

For he comes, the human child
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand
For the world’s more full of weeping 
Than he can understand
For he comes, the human child
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand
For the world’s more full of weeping 
Than he can understand

• Pop
• celtic
• dance
• indie
• pop
• singer-songwriter