The leafhall of the timberline in fireyellow shift blazes
The autumn awakens to repay the loans of life
The fairysight of the slopes now nurses my thirsty soul
Downover, the stream circles coils like a serpent
I blinded go heavily up in the late, dusky-breeze
By mountain-faces mighty like an immense cathedral
The breath of the northern storm gives rebirth to the frost
Where the cliffs forms the dark templehall
Chorus:
To the mountains, to the mountains where storm embraces me
To the mountains, to the mountains watched by ravens
On the horizon the brotherly heights of the mountains are mirrored
Snow-embellished peaks like pinnacles and towers
They peak up towards the sky when hind-sun shines satisfied
In the pathless wilderness sounds the horn of perfection
Chorus:
To the mountains, to the mountains where storm embraces me
To the mountains, to the mountains watched by ravens
