Whispers of the Glen

The mist rolls low across the heath

A silver thread in the twilight's breath

The stones stand tall

They guard the past

A voice in the wind says nothing will last

Dance with me where the faeries tread

Under the moon

Where the secrets are said

Spin and whirl

Let the old tales mend

In whispers of the glen

My friend

The river sings in a language lost

Its ripples hum

Its waters crossed

The oak bows low

Its roots run deep

The stories it holds

They never sleep

A shadow flickers

A fleeting glow

Do you see it

Do you know

Dance with me where the faeries tread

Under the moon

Where the secrets are said

Spin and whirl

Let the old tales mend

In whispers of the glen

My friend

A thousand years in a single sigh

The hawk soars free

The stars reply

The heart of the land beats slow

Beats true

Its song is old

But it sings for you