Farewell we call to the earth and hall Though wind may blow so fast rain may fall We must away ere break of day For over wood, tree and mountain tall.
With foes ahead, behind us dread Beneath the sky's our bed Until at last our toil be passed Our journey's done with sped
Beneath the moon and under a tall star I wandered so far from northern lands Bewildered on enchanting charming ways So far from the days of mortal lands
From gashing of the narrow ice so near Where shadows lie frozen on the hills top From neither heats and burning glowing waste I'm turning in haste and fear. Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
