Away the moor is dark beneath the Moon
And rapid clouds have drunk day's last pale beam
Gathering winds will call darkness so soon
Will call the darkness soon
Away, away to your sad silent home
Pour bitter tears on it's desolated hearth
Watch the dim shades as like all ghosts they go
Like ghosts they go and come
Away the moor is dark beneath the Moon
And rapid clouds have drunk day's last pale beam
Gathering winds will call darkness so soon
Will call the darkness soon
Away, away to your sad silent home
Pour bitter tears on it's desolated hearth
Watch the dim shades as like all ghosts they go
Like ghosts they go and come