Stolen Child-Loreena McKennitt

[ti:Stolen Child] [ar:Loreena McKennitt] [al:Elemental] [offset:500] [00:19.75]Lyrics by W.B. Yeats [00:24.75]Music by Loreena McKennitt [00:29.75] [00:34.75]Where dips the rocky highland [00:37.99]Of sleuth wood in the lake [00:41.30]There lies a leafy island [00:44.80]Where flapping herons wake [00:48.19]The drowsy water rats [00:51.25]There we've hid our fairy vats [00:55.21]Full of berries [00:58.21]And of reddest stolen cherries. [01:01.91] [01:02.71]Come away oh human child [01:06.43]To the waters and the wild [01:09.82]With a fairy hand in hand [01:13.22]For the world's more full of weeping [01:16.92]Than you can understand [01:20.83] [01:22.00]Where the wave of moonlight glosses [01:25.50]The dim grey sands with light [01:28.92]By far off furthest rosses [01:32.48]We foot it all the night [01:35.94]Weaving olden dances [01:39.16]Mingling hands and mingling glances [01:42.53]Till the moon has taken flight [01:46.12]To and fro we leap [01:49.47]And chase the frothy bubbles [01:52.56]While the world is full of troubles [01:56.02]And is anxious in its sleep. [02:00.85] [02:01.46]Come away oh human child [02:04.70]To the waters and the wild [02:08.09]With a fairy hand in hand [02:11.51]For the world's more full of weeping [02:15.14]Than you can understand [02:19.85] [02:33.28]Where the wandering water gushes [02:36.81]From the hills above glen car [02:40.14]In pools among the rushes [02:43.68]That scarce could bathe a star [02:47.13]We seek for slumbering trout [02:50.33]And whispering in their ears [02:54.09]Give them unquiet dreams [02:57.26]Leaning softly out [03:00.31]From ferns that drop their tears [03:04.15]Over the young streams [03:07.42]Come away oh human child [03:11.01]To the waters and the wild [03:14.36]With a fairy hand in hand [03:17.64]For the world's more full of weeping [03:21.24]Than you can understand [03:26.13] [03:40.39]Away with us he's going [03:43.92]The solemn-eyed [03:47.19]He'll hear no more the lowing [03:50.47]Of the calves on the warm hillside [03:53.92]Or the kettle on the hob [03:57.16]Sing peace into his breast [04:00.84]Or see the brown mice bob [04:04.04]Round and round the oatmeal chest. [04:06.96] [04:07.41]For he comes, the human child [04:10.70]To the waters and the wild [04:14.30]With a fairy hand in hand [04:17.39]For the world's more full of weeping [04:21.26]Than you can understand [04:26.40] [04:55.53] [05:01.87]END