Changeling

Beltane has fallen, Fair Folk, hear me true.
Jewel I held at my breast.
Hither from Elf-Hame I beckon to you.
O, how I weep without rest.
I bore a babe and he filled me with joy.
Jewel I held at my breast.
One night your people made off with my boy.
O, how I weep without rest.
Once he was laughing and calling to me.
In our house now sits his shape, but not he.
Wailing or silent, but never he talks.
Jewel I held at my breast.
Beats at his head as he thrashes and rocks.
O, how I weep without rest.
Coax though I might, he will not meet my eye.
Jewel I held at my breast.
I house your changeling. I beg of you, why?
O, how I weep without rest.
Need you a man-child who’s clever and kind?
Jewel I held at my breast.
Some other servant I know you could find.
O, how I weep without rest.
Naught say you, Fair Folk? Your meaning is plain.
Jewel I held at my breast.
He’s et your food, I’ll not see him again.
O, how I weep without rest.
Treat my son well, and I’ll make you a vow.
Jewel I held at my breast.
I’ll love this changeling as best I know how.
Mayhap we both may find rest.
I’ll love this changeling as best I know how.
Mayhap we both may find rest.