Ayla sings to the lost to help them find their way – but every time she sings – she pays with the loss of a memory.
(Verse 1)
Where the red leaves fall on the highland stone,
And the dawn breaks soft and pale,
There walks a fae with embered wings
Along the mist‑bound trail.
Her name is whispered low at night,
Where the lonely curlews cry—
Ayla of the Rowan Wings,
Who sings beneath the sky.
(Chorus)
Oh Ayla, wandering evermore
Across the glen and brae,
Your voice a lantern in the dark
To guide the lost their way.
But every song you give the world
Takes memory as its due—
Still on you roam, through wind and storm,
For kindness pulls you through.
(Verse 2)
She walks the moor where shadows drift,
Where the heather meets the rain,
And hums a tune of warmth and fire
To soothe a traveler’s pain.
The mists will part to hear her voice,
The night itself grows mild—
For Ayla’s song can calm the storm
And guard the wandering child.
(Chorus)
Oh Ayla, wandering evermore
Across the glen and brae,
Your voice a lantern in the dark
To guide the lost their way.
But every song you give the world
Takes memory as its due—
Still on you roam, through wind and storm,
For kindness pulls you through.
(Bridge)
Some say she once had a lover’s hand
Held close beside the sea,
A face she seeks in every dawn
Though lost to memory.
And when her wings burn brightest red
Against the fading light,
They say she’s found a fragment
Of a life she can’t recite.
(Final Chorus)
Oh Ayla, Rowan‑Winged and brave,
Your heart the land’s own flame,
Though every step may cost a dream
You walk on just the same.
For in your song the highlands breathe,
The hills remember you—
Ayla of the Rowan Wings,
Forever wandering through.