Heather Dale
Heather Dale - The Maiden And The Selkie songtekst
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Een 'selkie' (ook wel 'silkie') is een mythologisch schepsel. Het woord komt van het Schotse woord 'selich' en dat betekent 'seal' (zeehond). Er wordt gezegd dat selkies in zee leven als zeehonden, maar zodra ze aan land komen veranderen in een mens. Ze stappen dan uit hun zeehonden vel.
Selkies vind je in de mythologie van o.a Schotland en Ierland. Wikipedia geeft interessante informatie.
Once a fair and handsome Seal Lord Lay his foot upon the sand For to woo the Fisher's daughter And to claim her marriage hand "I have come in from the ocean I have come in from the sea And I'll not go to the waves, love Lest ye come along with me" "Lord, long have I loved you As a Selkie on the foam I would gladly go and wed ye And be lady of your home But I cannot go into the ocean I cannot go into the sea I would drown beneath the waves, love If I went along with thee" "Lady, long have I loved you I would have you for my wife I will stay upon your shoreland Though it robs me of my life I will stay one night beside you Never go back to the sea I will stay and be thy husband Though it be the death of me" Dae dae dae da da dae dae... "Lord, I cannot go and wed thee All to watch my lover die Since I'll not be left a widow I have a plan for us to try Let us speak with my grandmother Who has ever dwelt beside the sea She may know some trick or treasure That I may wed my fair Selkie" So they've gone to her grandmother's Little cottage by the sea To inquire how a maiden Can be wed to her Selkie For the Selkie's watery kingdom Would surely rob her of her breath But to stay on land past midnight It would surely be his death "Lord, I know not how to aid you You may never live on shore For your kind to live 'til dawning It has ne'er been seen before But my mother had a seal coat That she buried 'neath the tree And she told me that its wearer Would become a fair Selkie" Dae dae dae da da dae dae... So they've journeyed farther inland Though the Seal Lord's getting weak And she's shouldering the shovel To unearth the thing they seek At the rising of the full moon Underneath the elven oak She has unearthed that faery treasure Of which her grandmother spoke Just before the stroke of midnight They have made it back to sea And she has donned the magic seal coat And become a maid Selkie Now they've gone into the ocean Hand in hand into the sea She has gone along A fair seal bride for a Selkie Dae dae dae da da dae dae...