كلمات Caradhras

When winter winds are piercing chill And through the hawthorn blows the gale With solemn feet I tread the peak That overbrows the mountain 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 peak I hear I hear the world profound High upon the land On the highest peak I hear I hear the world profound When winter winds are piercing chill And through the hawthorn blows the gale With solemn feet I tread the peak That overgrows the mountain 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 peak I hear I hear the world profound High upon the land On the highest peak I hear I hear the world profound High upon the land On the highest peak I hear I hear the world profound High upon the land On the highest peak I hear I hear the world profound