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

A 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 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

A mother of a changeling child from 'neath the fairy hill