Wilds Vol.1: Midnight Waltz, opus 2468

At Braeside Kirk, the fog cam’ doon, And stitched the sky wi’ silver seam, She sang beneath the hollow moon — A spell to keep the bairn in dream. Lie still, lie still, sae lang the nicht, The lassies guard ye, pale and mild. A whisper’s lantern, faint o’ light — Shall lead ye back, my slumbering child. The yew tree bends tae hear her song, A croon sae low it stirs the clay. Her sisters hum where shades belong— And cradle stars that fell away. Lie still, lie still, sae lang the nicht, The lassies guard ye, pale and mild. A whisper’s lantern, faint o’ light— Shall lead ye back, my slumbering child.