first draft
The Stolen Child - by W B YEATS...
                     
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.

THE STOLEN CHILD

Psychedelic Indie Folk 
love longing loss alienation 
nature spirituality dying transformation
Produced with Cubase on Focusrite Scarlett 2i2 
and MuseScore for digital sounds and sheet music

I am working on tidy playlists..there is one for all my song-a-week and then other tidy playlists will follow ..it like a thrift shop of my songs..you gonna have to have a good rummage ..a great place for a demo  ( there is no such thing as a demo) is what I say. One day I will orgnise into tidy playlists. good luck - I will put the kettle one

THE STOLEN CHILD

gitika partington