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!
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 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
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 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
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 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