Farewell we call to the earth and hall 
Though wind may blow so fast rain may fall 
We must away ere break of day 
For over wood, tree and mountain tall. 
With foes ahead, behind us dread 
Beneath the sky's our bed 
Until at last our toil be passed 
Our journey's done with sped 
Beneath the moon and under a tall star 
I wandered so far from northern lands 
Bewildered on enchanting charming ways 
So far from the days of mortal lands 
From gashing of the narrow ice so near 
Where shadows lie frozen on the hills top 
From neither heats and burning glowing waste 
I'm turning in haste and fear.