Caradhras

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