Stolen child (Alhambra) (исполнитель: Loreena McKennitt)
Where dips the rocky highland Of Slueth Wood in the lake, There lies a leafy island Where flapping herons wake The drowsey water rats; There we've hif our faery vats Full of berries And of reddest stolen cherries [bad word] away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than yee can understand Where the wave of moonlight glosses The dim grey sands with light Far off by furthest rosses We foot it all the night, Weaving olden dances Mingling hands anf 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 is anxious in its sleep. [bad word] away, O human child To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world is more full of weeping than yee can understand Where the wandering water gushes From th ehills above Glen-Car, In pools amoung [bad word] That scarce could bathe a star, We seek the sumblering trout And wispering in their ears Give them unquiet dreams; Leaning softly out From ferns that drop their tears Over the young streams. [bad word] Away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand For the worlds more full of weeping than yee 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 [bad word] the human child, To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand