And far below them lies the night.
Their slopes are clad in fir and pine,
The queen has ne'er a dress so fine.
"And there they've stood, so I've heard say,
Ever so long and one long day.
And they will stand, so I've heard tell,
For ever and one day more as well.
So winds blow warm and winds blow cold
Over the mountain-tops so old.
"The mountain-tops so old and proud,