Lyrics
Weary hearthfire
Will you smoulder a while?
Warm her heart, lorn and loath
Homely barrow
She'll be yours alone
My grave lies afar
Hoary wildwood
Where within, a rood
Bends its bough to lift me
Lithely moonlight
Name a path, and I'll ride
Fleet of foot, whitherto
Have I faltered?
Am I shorn from my wyrd?
Hewn of hope, lorn and loath
Upon the high wind
I hear a wordless tongue
Upon the high wind
Whither a calling come
Upon the high wind
I hear a wordless tongue
Upon the high wind
Whither a calling come
Upon the high wind
I hear a wordless tongue
Upon the high wind
Whither a calling come
Upon the high wind
I hear a wordless tongue
Upon the high wind
Whither a calling come