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.