Hidden Folk 

The Faroe Islands are a remote archipelago between Scotland and Iceland. Known for their beautiful cliffs and waterfalls, their local lore tells of a shadowy people who live in the hills, create mischief, and sometimes help them. Welcome to our new song about the Huldufólk.
Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
Up in the fields above Trøllanes,
Where the wind whispers secrets so true,
The cows roam free in the morning dew,
But they know a tale or two.
The hidden folk, with hair so dark,
In shadows they quietly tread,
They take the cows to secret pastures,
Where grass, soft and green, is spread.
[Chorus]
Huldufólk, oh huldufólk,
Dancing in the moon's pale light,
Guiding lost souls through the night,
With secrets hidden in plain sight.
Huldufólk, oh huldufólk,
In the rocks and mounds they stay,
Living in their mystic way,
In the land of mist and gray.
[Verse 2]
My guide, he told me with a smile so wise,
“They’re seen by those who believe,
When the mist rolls in and the clouds arise,
In magic, you must perceive.”
They’re neither foe nor always friend,
Just beings of earth so old,
Their stories with the wind do blend,
In the Faroes, their tales unfold.
[Chorus]
Huldufólk, oh huldufólk,
Dancing in the moon's pale light,
Guiding lost souls through the night,
With secrets hidden in plain sight.
Huldufólk, oh huldufólk,
In the rocks and mounds they stay,
Living in their mystic way,
In the land of mist and gray.
[Bridge]
Respect the stones, the land they claim,
And in return, they’ll cause no pain.
But if you trespass on their ground,
They might lead you far from town.
Yet if you're lost and feeling low,
A hidden friend might guide your way,
For in the night their lanterns glow,
To light the darkened day.
[Chorus]
Huldufólk, oh huldufólk,
Dancing in the moon's pale light,
Guiding lost souls through the night,
With secrets hidden in plain sight.
Huldufólk, oh huldufólk,
In the rocks and mounds they stay,
Living in their mystic way,
In the land of mist and gray.
[Outro]
This is a strange tale from far away,
Where the hills meet the sea,
The huldufólk in shadows play,
In the Faroe Islands wild and free.
In the land of endless skies below,
Under the northern star;
Seek no mystic spirits to guide as you go,
Only the Holy Spirit’s gracious reservoir.
[Chorus]
Huldufólk, oh huldufólk,
Dancing in the moon's pale light,
Guiding lost souls through the night,
With secrets hidden in plain sight.
Huldufólk, oh huldufólk,
In the rocks and mounds they stay,
Living in their mystic way,
In the land of mist and gray.