Lyrics
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
