The Stolen Child

Come away, human child

To the water

Come away, human child

To the water and the wild

With a faery, hand in hand

For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand

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 berries

And of reddest stolen cherries

Come away, human child

To the water

Come away, human child

To the water 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 is anxious in it's sleep

Come away, human child

To the water

Come away, human child

To the water 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

The scarce could bathe a star

We seek for slumbering trout

And whispering in their ears

We give them unquiet dreams;

Leaning softly out

From ferns that drop their tears

Over the young streams

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

Around and around the oatmeal-chest

For he comes, the human child

To the water

He comes, the human child

To the water and the wild

With a faery, hand in hand

From a world more full of weeping than he can understand

Human child

Human child

With a faery, hand in hand

From a world more full of weeping than he can understand...

Than he can understand...

He can understand...