Children of Starlight

Where the heather and bracken weave wild on the hill, And the rivers run silver through valley and rill, We gather like willows, our voices entwined, Bound to the earth by the old ties that bind. Soft lilt of the blackbird, the harp of the stream, Mist curling upward in dawn’s gentle gleam. We dance in the shadow of ancient stone rings, Hearts beating together as the faerie folk sing. O, breathe in the wild wind, the salt of the sea, The moss on the stone and the old rowan tree. In song we remember, in song we belong— Children of starlight and keepers of song. So raise up the chorus, let pipes call us home, From green rolling meadows to high mountain loam. For life is a circle, forever we roam— Celtic and kindred, together as one. [AlorawithDragon Music 2026 (c) ALL RIGHTS RESERVED]