Were the forests wide and dim
Stoops in shadow grey and grim
Float beyond the world of trees
Past the rushes, past the reeds
Past the marshes, weaving weeds
I`m the crowns of the seven kings. I`m the robes of the five wizards.
South away! South away now!
Far away seek the sunlight and the day.
Hail, hail now, king of the mark.
