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