The Changeling

Amid the sky of darkest grey Away she flies, over sea spray Inside her cloak, a stolen child Small as a doll, she wails and cries No candyfloss clouds for you my pet The darkest shroud is all you'll get No tales of shoes made all from glass Remember nothing of your past Away with me you'll come tonight And join us by the fire light Fast as the wind they swoop and glide the changeling by her mother's side towards a misty mountain-top that all but our kind have forgot No candyfloss clouds for you my pet The darkest shroud is all you'll get No tales of shoes made all from glass Remember nothing of your past Away with me you'll come tonight And join us by the fire light Though you are just a babe No need to be afraid I'll teach you the old ways And grown men will fear your gaze No candyfloss clouds for you my pet The darkest shroud is all you'll get No tales of shoes made all from glass Remember nothing of your past Away with me you'll come tonight And join us by the fire light And join us by the firelight And join us by the firelight And join us by the firelight