Leave the halls and caverns deep

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