The Woman Of Balnain

I am a woman of balnain
The folk have stolen me over again
The stones seemed to say
I stood upon the hill, and wind did rise
And the sound of thunder rolled across the land
I placed my hands upon the tallest stone and travelled to a far, distant land
Where I lived for a time among strangers who became lovers and friends
But one day, I saw the moon came out and the wind rose once more
So I touched the stones and travelled back to my own land
And took up again with the man I had left behind