[01:43.121]When winter winds are piercing chill
[01:48.045]And through the hawthorn blows the gale
[01:52.209]With solemn feet I tread the peak
[01:55.759]That overbrows the mountains vale
[01:59.144]Red!red!red! Redhorn! My doom
[02:09.664]Where twisted round the barren oak
[02:14.227]The winter vine in beauty clung
[02:17.834]And howling winds the stillness broke
[02:21.574]The crystal icicle is hung
[02:25.313]Red!red!red! Redhorn! My doom
[03:05.070]But still wild music is abroad
[03:09.564]Pale, desert woods! Within your crowd
[03:13.357]And gathering winds, in hoarse accord
[03:18.183]Amid the vocal reeds pipe loud
[03:20.333]But still wild music is abroad
[03:24.802]Pale, desert woods! Within your crowd
[03:27.597]And gathering winds, in hoarse accord
[05:18.193]”High upon the land”
[05:24.472]”On the highest peak I hear
[05:33.332]”High upon the land”
[05:38.745]”On the highest mountain I hear
[06:02.282]When winter winds are piercing chill
[06:07.471]And through the hawthorn blows the gale
[06:10.574]With solemn feet I tread the peak
[06:14.171]That overbrows the mountains vale
[06:17.958]Red!red!red! Redhorn! My doom
[06:27.373]Where twisted round the barren oak
[06:33.015]The winter vine in beauty clung
[06:36.443]And howling winds the stillness broke
[06:40.170]The crystal icicle is hung
[06:43.823]Red!red!red! Redhorn! My doom
[06:54.363]But still wild music is abroad
[06:58.348]Pale, desert woods! Within your crowd
[07:02.277]And gathering winds, in hoarse accord
[07:06.077]Amid the vocal reeds pipe loud
[07:09.754]But still wild music is abroad
[07:13.414]Pale, desert woods! Within your crowd
[07:17.066]And gathering winds, in hoarse accord
[07:21.280]Amid the vocal reeds pipe loud
[07:24.106]”High upon the land”
[07:29.155]”On the highest peak I hear
[07:38.425]”High upon the land”
[07:43.931]”On the highest mountain I hear
[07:53.473]”High upon the land”
[07:59.258]”On the highest peak I hear
[08:08.051]”High upon the land”
[08:13.566]”On the highest mountain I hear

When winter winds are piercing chill
And through the hawthorn blows the gale
With solemn feet I tread the peak
That overbrows the mountains vale
Red!red!red! Redhorn! My doom
Where twisted round the barren oak
The winter vine in beauty clung
And howling winds the stillness broke
The crystal icicle is hung
Red!red!red! Redhorn! My doom
But still wild music is abroad
Pale, desert woods! Within your crowd
And gathering winds, in hoarse accord
Amid the vocal reeds pipe loud
But still wild music is abroad
Pale, desert woods! Within your crowd
And gathering winds, in hoarse accord
”High upon the land”
”On the highest peak I hear
”High upon the land”
”On the highest mountain I hear
When winter winds are piercing chill
And through the hawthorn blows the gale
With solemn feet I tread the peak
That overbrows the mountains vale
Red!red!red! Redhorn! My doom
Where twisted round the barren oak
The winter vine in beauty clung
And howling winds the stillness broke
The crystal icicle is hung
Red!red!red! Redhorn! My doom
But still wild music is abroad
Pale, desert woods! Within your crowd
And gathering winds, in hoarse accord
Amid the vocal reeds pipe loud
But still wild music is abroad
Pale, desert woods! Within your crowd
And gathering winds, in hoarse accord
Amid the vocal reeds pipe loud
”High upon the land”
”On the highest peak I hear
”High upon the land”
”On the highest mountain I hear
”High upon the land”
”On the highest peak I hear
”High upon the land”
”On the highest mountain I hear