Lyrics Over old Hills and far away - MU

It was early and still in the night of June
And few were the stars, and far was the moon
The drowsy trees drooping, and silently creeping
Shadows woke under them while they were sleeping

I stole to the window with stealthy tread
Leaving my white and unpressed bed
And something alluring, aloof and queer
Like perfume of flowers from the shores of the mere
That in Elvenhome lies, and in starlit rains
Twinkles and flashes, came up to the panes
Of my high lattice-window. Or was it a sound?
I listened and marvelled with eyes on the ground
For there came from afar a filtered note
Enchanting sweet, now clear, now remote
As clear as a star in a pool by the reeds
As faint as the glimmer of dew on the weeds

Then I left the window and followed the call
Down the creaking stairs and across the hall
Out through a door that swung tall and grey
And over the lawn, and away, away!

It was Tinfang Warble that was dancing there
Fluting and tossing his old white hair
Till it sparkled like frost in a winter moon
And the stars were about him, and blinked to his tune
Shimmering blue like sparks in a haze
As always they shimmer and shake when he plays

My feet only made there the ghost of a sound
On the shining white pebbles that ringed him round
Where his little feet flashed on a circle of sand
And the fingers were white on his flickering hand
In the wink of a star he had leapt in the air
With his fluttering cap and his glistening hair
And had cast his long flute right over his back
Where it hung by a ribbon of silver and black
His slim little body went fine as a shade
And he slipped through the reeds like mist in the glade
And laughed like thin silver, and piped a thin note
As he flapped in the shadows his shadowy coat
O! the toes of his slippers were twisted and curled
But he danced like a wind out into the world

He is gone, and the valley is empty and bare
Where lonely I stand and lonely I stare
Then suddenly out in the meadows beyond
Then back in the reeds by the shimmering pond
Then afar from a copse were the mosses are thick
A few little notes came a trillaping quick

I leapt o'er the stream and I sped from the glade
For Tinfang Warble it was that played
I must follow the hoot of his twilight flute
Over reed, over rush, under branch, over root
And over dim fields, and through rustling grasses
That murmur and nod as the old elf passes
Over old hills and far away
Where the harps of the Elvenfolk softly play