The Wind

The wind was on the withered heath
but in the forest stirred no leaf
there shadows lay by night and day
and dark things silent crept beneath

The wind came down from mountains cold
older than any story that is told
The grass hissed, their tassles bent
the reeds were rattling and on it went

a shaken pool under the heavens cool
where racing clouds were torn and rent

It passed the lonely Mountain bare
and swept above the dragon's lair
there black and dark lay boulders stark
and flying smoke was in the air
It left the world and took its flight
over the wide seas of the night
The moon set sail upon the gale
and stars were fanned to leaping light

Of secrets long lost sings the wind
Of times forgotten and the dust of the old
Of white bones that lay in the cold
Of distant echoes somewhere in time told

Hear the endless call
of hope and regret
mixed as a lamentation
forever singing to the lands

Of dreams long lost now sings the wind
Of futures forgotten and the dust of the old
Of rusty swords and broken bows
Of distant echoes and songs of victory

Hear the endless call
of hope and regret
mixed as a lamentation
forever singing to the lands

It passed the lonely Mountain bare
and swept above the dragon's lair
there black and dark lay boulders stark
and flying smoke was in the air
It left the world and took its flight
over the wide seas of the night
The moon set sail upon the gale
and stars were fanned to leaping light

The wind was on the withered heath
but in the forest stirred no leaf
there shadows lay by night and day
and dark things silent crept beneath

The wind came down from mountains cold
older than any story that is told
The grass hissed, their tassles bent
the reeds were rattling and on it went

The day has ended, dim are my eyes
but a journey long before me lies
the wind sings its never ending song
beneath the eternal and ever bending sky