In autumn when wind and the sea

Rejoice to live and laught to be

And scarce the blast that curbs the tree

And bids before it quail and flee

The hearts of western elves burn bright

With joy that mocks the spring

To hear all heaven's keen clarions ring

Music that bids the spirit sing

And wind by night in northern lands

Arose, and Lord it cried

And drove the ships from ancient strands

Across the streaming tide

In winter when years when the years burn low

As fire wherein no firebrands glow

And winds disappear as they blow

The stormy wings of snow

The hearts of western elves burn bright

With joy that mocks the spring

To hear all heaven's keen clarions ring

Music that bids the spirit sing

And wind by night in northern lands

Arose, and Lord it cried

And drove the ships from ancient strands

Across the streaming tide

The hearts of western elves burn bright

With joy that mocks the spring

To hear all heaven's keen clarions ring

Music that bids the spirit sing

And wind by night in northern lands

Arose, and Lord it cried

And drove the ships from ancient strands

Across the streaming tide