He of the Sidhe Songtext
von Alexander James Adams

By Winter′s light on Solstice night I watched the Wild Hunt go
With silver bells and savage yells, my frozen heart laid low
I watched them ride to the mortal side but I never tried to leave
I'd been self banned to Faerieland, forever there to grieve

The hunting horn and the sun reborn called Them from human ground
The Faerie Queen caused quite a scene with the artifact she′d "found"
A little wooden fiddle that she stole from mortal man
She played with glee so perfectly as only Faeries can!

(Rights of Man)

That simple song, before too long made my whole body shake
For deep inside, no more to hide, my soul was now awake!
The Faerie chain that bound my pain was shattered by her tune
My frozen heart would break apart! I had to get out soon!


BE IT CARVED FROM OUT THE FINEST WOOD
OR STRUNG WITH SILVER STRING
ONLY MORTAL TRUST OR FAERIE DUST
CAN MAKE A FIDDLE SING!

Then suddenly, Her Majesty gazed at me cold and hard
"I like to know where you would go, my humble hapless bard!"
"The world out there is cruel to bear, but if you needs be free
Prove that you can, my mortal man, play better than the Sidhe!"

(Queen's solo)

Her challenge played, all bets were laid, she beckoned unto me
I took the little fiddle and I held it tenderly
Remembering the painful thing from which I'd run away
I made the choice with this new voice to face it here today!

(Boy′s solo)

My heart′s refrain had cured my pain and the Queen said unto me
"Your inner fear has held you here, and now my lad, you're free!"
"This fiddling pride I′ll lay aside, it's brought me little joy"
I′ve lost one whirl to a red haired girl, and now to you my boy!