The sunset spread out like a cross
Over the valleys of dream top
You’ve made a knot of autumn herbs
And plaited into my hair lock
You sent in other’s dreams the crazy sight of land incredible of all
Where days were bright from light of stars
Oh the Master of Mountain Roads
I’ll be calling you
Who had said that snow does so freeze?
I will go through pass and through threshold,
And cross-road, too
And the cross-hairs of stony streams
I’m leaving after those who didn’t
Know even word “the fear”
Oh, whether they’re with you,
All who had missed and perished there uphills
Who had assumed their peace
There where winds are dancing in your mighty hands
Of serene morning on the brink
Oh the Master of Mountain Roads
I’ll be calling you and the clouds
Circling like a flock before storm
Our blood is going in sand
Do forget about it and soon
It will grow through as withe so taut
I was wanting to stay with you
I’ve already had time to dare
Smell of snow, clear pain’s coming through
It’s expanse, or it’s height, or it’s death
May the rime will cover the chains of my traces
So as to they’ll never been sought
Who will read your name under ice in these places
Oh my Master of Mountain Roads?