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.