Caradhras

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