Weary hearthfire Will you smoulder a while? Warm her heart, lorn and loath Homely barrow She'll be yours alone My grave lies afar ♪ Hoary wildwood Where within, a rood Bends its bough to lift me Lithely moonlight Name a path, and I'll ride Fleet of foot, whitherto ♪ Have I faltered? Am I shorn from my wyrd? Hewn of hope, lorn and loath Upon the high wind I hear a wordless tongue Upon the high wind Whither a calling come Upon the high wind I hear a wordless tongue Upon the high wind Whither a calling come Upon the high wind I hear a wordless tongue Upon the high wind Whither a calling come Upon the high wind I hear a wordless tongue Upon the high wind Whither a calling come