Name: Changeling
Duration: 4 min 13 s
Channel: Eric Schrager
Description: Stories are told of children stolen by the Fair Folk and replaced with a "changeling"--something that looks like the child but clearly isn't. I've wondered where such stories come from...

Changeling

Drake Oranwood

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Stories are told of children stolen by the Fair Folk and replaced with a "changeling"--something that looks like the child but clearly isn't. I've wondered where such stories come from...

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Drake Oranwood

Drake Oranwood (Eric Schrager, he/him) is a singer, songwriter, and producer who brings modern sensibilities to original songs set long ago and far away

Drake Oranwood (Eric Schrager, he/him) is a singer, songwriter, producer, lutenist, and medieval enthusiast who brings modern sensibilities to original songs set long ago and far away. In the Society for Creative Anachronism, Drake is part of the bardic community, where original and period performances are shared at fire circles and waysides for weary travelers. (The general SCA term for an individual vocal performer is a bard). Drakes persona is an English composer and musician living in the sixteenth century. Drake is currently serving as Queens Bard for the East Kingdom.

Song Info

Genre

Acoustic • Acoustic Folk

Author

Eric Schrager

Rights

2012 by Eric Schrager

Uploaded

October 28, 2015

Track Files

MP3

MP3 3.3 MB • 110 kbps • 4:13

Story behind the song

Music, lyrics, vocals: Eric Schrager 
Arrangement: Paul Butler, Eric Schrager 
Harp, woodwinds, mandolin: Paul Butler

Song page: http://drakethebard.com/bardic/changeling/

Lyrics

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. 
One night your people made off with my boy. 

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. 
Beats at his head as he thrashes and rocks. 

Coax though I might, he will not meet my eye. 
I house your changeling. I beg of you, why? 

Need you a man-child who's clever and kind? 
Some other servant I know you could find. 

Naught say you, Fair Folk? Your meaning is plain. 
He's et your food, I'll not see him again. 

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.

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