"The Changeling" Celtic mythical creature. 

The spirits of the woods and fields / took a baby from its crib / and left a changeling there. / A boy with golden hair, / he could speak and prophesy / though still a child. / He said that famine's coming soon / and skeletons will stalk the land / and cursed by hunger they will blame him for their tragedy / They will burn the croft and kill him to destroy the spell / 
The prophesay came true / famine gripped the land / one day a mob attacked the croft / and slew the changeling in his bed / As he lay dying, this he said, “When I die, your child will be returned / your child will be returned.” 
And it was so / the changeling vanished in the wind / 
And it was so / the changeling vanished in the wind.

The Changeling (new version)

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