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.