Mirran’s Choice

Young Mirran lived in Calder wood all of her spells were for the good in helping out where e’er she could But Mirran had a plan And oft times she would sit and brood about a mortal man ‘It’s not allowed,’ the elves all cried ‘Against our law, and woe betide a witch who’d wish to be the bride of mortal human men. The bell will ring like you have died and what will you do then?’ Her case was heard and tossed about The coven’s vote... to cast her out, No more a welcome here about Bold Mirran must be gone. ‘Close the book,’ went up the shout and so the deed was done ‘We must ring the bell, close the book, douse the candle,’ declared the rook The hills around in anger shook for Mirran was revered but none would brave the Wizard’s look his power ever feared With no more magic in her spell And fear to hear the tolling bell young Mirran left sweet Calder dell in sadness to depart But mother blessed and wished her well and peace came to her heart So light the candle and rejoice The man she wed was Mirran’s choice Fulfilled with love we hear her voice She sings so soft and sweet A song of thanks, rejoice, rejoice Her mortal life complete