Nattvindens Grat The Road Goes Ever On
A day of spring in ancient times A rider so eager and proud Riding the way the eagles fly The road in misty shroud In search for answers that must be there To solve nature's mystiries To find out why he is there All secret to find and see Night fell over the day In dark woods - flames! Four old men sat around a fire Skyline reflected flames Telling stories of days passing by The rider saw their shades in haze He rode saw to them and told his aim The old men listened thoughtful on "Young man listen to what they say the road goes ever on" The rider heard their tales How one sees his fate by a glance Once in a century that night comes The night the skyfires dance Night fell over the day In the dark woods - flames! Four old men sat around a fire Skyline reflected flames Telling stories of days passing by The rider saw their shades in haze He rode saw to them and told his aim The old men listened thoughtful on "Young man listen to what they say the road goes ever on" "Take thy horse and ride up to the Windhills There is a lady who helped thee on thy way" So the rider left to ride with the westwind Horizon was red - there dawned a new day
