Silvertine
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Lyrics
High on the mountains highest ridge Where oft the stormy winter gale Cuts life a scythe, while through the clouds It sweeps from vale to vale; Not five yards from the mountain path, Silvertine you on the left espy; And to the left, three yards beyond, You see a little muddy pound. I looked around, I thought I saw A jutting crag, and off I ran, Head-foremost, through the driving rain, The shelter of the crag to gain; And, as I am a man, Instead a jutting crag, I found Durins tower up from the ground...
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Song Details
- Duration
- 08:53
- Key
- 1
- Tempo
- 130 BPM