I up-drew another one of my sketches from last winters Festive Folk gig. This one is my friend Anna, who you can see here playing the autoharp.
She sang a few traditional songs, but also a couple of her own, including one based on a Welsh myth. If I'm remembering it right a stranger arrives and claims that the land all around is his. A local tells him that only the true prince of the land, who can make the birds sing, is the land's true ruler. So of course the stranger does just that - he was the prince all along!
Anna sang it beautifully and I was imagining all the birds coming out of the story for her, just like they did for the prince.