Stolen Child
Loreena McKennitt Lyrics


Where dips the rocky highland
Of sleuth wood in the lake
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats
There we've hid our fairy vats
Full of berries
And of reddest stolen cherries.

[Chorus]
Come away oh human child
To the waters and the wild
With a faery hand in hand
For the world's more full of weeping
Than you can understand

Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim grey sands with light
By far off furthest roses
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
Whilst the world is full of troubles
And is anxious in its sleep.

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

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 you can understand.

Lyrics © DistroKid
Written by: DAN SEALEY, MIKE MCNAMARA, SIMON FOWLER, W.B. YEATS

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

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The first result after googling "The Stolen Child" is Poets.org, and the text is as follows:

Where dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we’ve hid our faery vats,
Full of berrys
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come 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 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, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more 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, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more 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.

Loreena does make minor adjustments for artistic polish, but otherwise leaves punctuation in tact.



All comments from YouTube:

John Thornton

Loreena could sing about boiling cabbages in mid winter and it would be as if one had passed into and through heavens pearly gates.

Phil Dodd (HistoriaAntiqua.ORG)

Boiling cabbages is precisely what Europeans would be doing in winter so it would go along with her repertoire

Tiffany Iman

Lol

D Rinkus

Absolutely, I love her!

Ainemistig Playlists

For real! You are totally right

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Leo Polled

When Loreena sets a poem to music she does that rare thing; making it even better.

She did so with this, and also with Tennyson's Lady of Shalott.

CHRISTOPHER KERNS

Not to mention Shakespeare's Cymbiline!

Ed Freeman

she has some of the most soul stirring and evocative music on the planet

Elizabeth Ford

A remarkable child came into this world and was taken back by the fae the day after her 5th birthday. Dearest Fiona, no matter how many years have passed, you still remain in our hearts.

M O'D

Ar dheis Dé go raibh a h-anam

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