| When winter winds are piercing chill
|
| And through the hawthorn blows the gale
|
| With solemn feet i tread the peak
|
| That overbrows the mountains vale
|
| Redhorn; |
| my doom!
|
| Where twisted round the barren oak
|
| The winter vine in beauty clung
|
| And howling winds the stillness broke
|
| The crystal icicle is hung
|
| Redhorn; |
| my doom!
|
| But still wild music is abroad
|
| Pale, desert woods! |
| within your crowd;
|
| And gathering winds, in hoarse accord
|
| Amid the vocal reeds pipe loud
|
| But still wild music is abroad
|
| Pale, desert woods! |
| within your crowd;
|
| And gathering winds, in hoarse accord
|
| Amid the vocal reeds pipe loud
|
| High upon the land
|
| On the highest (mountain) peak i hear
|
| (the echoes of) the world profound
|
| High upon the land
|
| On the highest (mountain) peak i hear
|
| (the echoes of) the world profound
|
| When winter winds are piercing chill
|
| And through the hawthorn blows the gale
|
| With solemn feet i tread the peak
|
| That overbrows the mountains vale
|
| Redhorn; |
| my doom!
|
| Where twisted round the barren oak
|
| The winter vine in beauty clung
|
| And howling winds the stillness broke
|
| The crystal icicle is hung
|
| Redhorn; |
| my doom!
|
| But still wild music is abroad
|
| Pale, desert woods! |
| within your crowd;
|
| And gathering winds, in hoarse accord
|
| Amid the vocal reeds pipe loud
|
| But still wild music is abroad
|
| Pale, desert woods! |
| within your crowd;
|
| And gathering winds, in hoarse accord
|
| Amid the vocal reeds pipe loud
|
| High upon the land
|
| On the highest (mountain) peak i hear
|
| (the echoes of) the world profound
|
| High upon the land
|
| On the highest (mountain) peak i hear
|
| (the echoes of) the world profound
|
| High upon the land
|
| On the highest (mountain) peak i hear
|
| (the echoes of) the world profound
|
| High upon the land
|
| On the highest (mountain) peak i hear
|
| (the echoes of) the world profound |