[Music by A. Afonchenko& A. Tselobenok, Lyrics by H. P. Lovecraft Written in 1929]


There was no hand to hold me back

That night I found the ancient track

Over the hill and strained to see

The fields that teased my memory.

This tree that wall - I knew them well,

And all the roofs and orchards fell

Familiarly upon my mind

As from a past not far behind.

I knew what shadows would be cast

As the late moon came up at last

From back of Zaman's Hill, and how

The vale would shine three hours from now.

And when the path grew steep and high,

And seemed to end against the sky,

I had no fear of what might rest

Beyond that silhouetted crest.

Straight on I walked, while all the night

Grew pale with phosphorescent light,

And wall and farmhouse gable glowed

Unearthly by the climbing road.

There was the milestone that I knew -

"Two miles to Dunwich" - now the view

Of distant spire and roofs would dawn

With ten more upward paces gone...

The was no hand to hold me back

That night I found the ancient track,

And reached the crest to see outspread

A valley of the lost and dead;

And over Zaman's Hill the horn

Of a malignant moon was born,

To light the weeds and vines that grew

On ruined walls I never knew.

The fox-fire glowed in field and bog,

And unknown waters spewed a fog

Whose curling talons mocked the thought

That I had ever known this spot.

Too well I saw from the mad scene

That my loved past had never been -

Nor was I now upon the trail

Descending to that long dead vale.

Around was fog - ahead, the spray

Of star-streams in the Milky Way...

There was no hand to hold me back

That night I found the ancient track.