Changeling

The Changeling's eyes of truest green,
Like naught that is by mortals seen,
For creatures such as he all dwell,
In sunlit glade and shaded well,
Far from the prying eyes of men,
Are made the homes of the Fairren,
And if a child there should find,
Such wondrous things as shock the mind,
They take him captive and keep him there,
And there he stays in their fond care,
And in his place they send a child,
Born in woods with nature wild,
To live in place of lost human,
And brighten heart of mourning man,
The Changeling stays in human home,
Though in his heart he longs to roam,
Through wooded world where dwells his past,
And where he knows he'll come at last,
For when his purpose in our world's done,
When life of parents there is run,
He'll leave the world where mortals dwell,
In favor of old wood and dell,
There he's welcomed in love's embrace,
By those who are of his own race,
And there he'll dance and there he sings,
For all who live there, live like Kings