When I stand within the 100 valleys
where sounds and echoes play,
Where gusting winds cease to end
an gales linger against the day
I stand beneath the mountain side
and cry out aloud....
and hear no voice or verbal bound
returning back again...
For I fear indeed I am alone
beneath this woeful mountain tall.
For neither foe nor fitting friend
or solemn solace echoes bend
an ear to heed my call