Where
the water meets the rocky shore
Of
Orkney Bluff next to the ruins,
There
lies rubble of selkie lore
Where
slept great Men, Faye, and Druins
Upon
the shore in wait;
There
I’ve hid my skin of fate,
Under a
distant rock
And it
shall never talk.
My
fair-haired maiden, come away with me!
To the
watery depths of the succulent sea
With a
selkie, embraced arm in arm
Your
seven salty tears will bless our union and keep you from any harm.
Where
moonlight dances upon the waves
Our
reflections gently glisten in glee,
And
into the night my heart craves
The
deep blue depths of the sea,
Eyes of
deep seeded coals
Entwined
bodies, entwined souls
Onward
in joyous jubilee;
Bodies
moving rhythmically
Descending
the depths of the night,
While
fleeing the humanly world in fright
My eyes
are anxious to see.
My
fair-haired maiden, come away with me!
To the
watery depths of the succulent sea
With a
selkie, embraced arm in arm
Your
seven salty tears will bless our union and keep you from any harm.
Where
the words of men whisper
In an
ancient Orcadian dialect,
The
frightful lore doeth stir
Leaving
men to suspect,
Those
selkie men shed their skins
And
walk confidently upon the land
Luring
both woman and maiden
To
commit an unspeakable sin
Leaving
a scar upon heart and hand
-Perpetuating
the fear of men.
My
fair-haired maiden, come away with me!
To the
watery depths of the succulent sea
With a
selkie, embraced arm in arm
Your
seven salty tears will bless our union and keep you from any harm.
Reborn
into the depths of lore,
The
fair-haired maiden comes:
Nevermore
to stand upon a human floor
Upon
her parent’s heart it grievously strums
For,
she is now lost to the deep blue sea
Never
to rejoin her bloody kin
With
the selkie folk forever she’ll be
-Never
again to live among men.
The
fair-haired maiden, she comes with me!
To the
watery depths of the succulent sea
With a
selkie, embraced arm in arm
Your
seven salty tears will bless our union and keep you from any harm.
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