Lorn and Loath

Weary hearthfire

Will you smoulder a while?

Warm her heart, lorn and loath

Homely barrow

She'll be yours alone

My grave lies afar

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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

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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