From long ago, from days of old
The Grey Tower guards the world
Where snow from northern mountains cold
Through open windows swirled.
Hark! The winds are singing
Howling, loud and shrill,
Hark! The winds are bringing
Sad news and chill.

Unsleeping, o’er the wide world’s spread
The Grey Tower keeps its stand
Again, again its stern lord sped
To some far distant land.
Hark! The winds are singing
Howling, loud and shrill,
Hark! The winds are bringing
Sad news and chill.

From southern realms with promise good
He heard the warm wind blow;
He’d meet again the one he loved
So many years ago.
Hark! The winds are singing
Howling, loud and shrill,
Hark! The winds are bringing
Sad news and chill.

And yet though oft some troubles draw
Them near, but still apart,
Their key to happiness is no more –
No meeting there of heart.
Hark! The winds are singing
Howling, loud and shrill,
Hark! The winds are bringing
Sad news and chill.