Longer grow the nights, until days are ever dark And from frostbitten soil rekindles the sky's fire again And the age old song of the new day, echoes over campfire, calling back the light Ferns whistling beneath my weary feet Sun's last orange beams twinkle from the midst of fluttering leaves Through treacherous bogs, above the dykes Towards the bleary sights of sundown twilights My horse galloping, my gown flittering On the mountains clefts and gullies Endlessly cheerlessly these crests are looming Each day as I wander, I feel like home Every night by the embers fire I dream the regions I go Longer grow the days, winning over the nights Until fire sets its blazing wings beyond your reach to sleep And the age old wind of the new night, blows back the shades from the world's edge