Extras

Far to the North (tune)

 

High in the mountains, far to the north

The Temmrien hides out of sight

And every winter she covers the land

In a blanket of silvery-white

 

Her son is the North Wind, her daughter is Ice

Her children do their duties well

And in the face of their glittering storm

The world is at peace for a spell

 

High in the mountains, high in the mountains

High in the mountains, far to the north

High in the mountains, high in the mountains

High in the mountains, far to the north

 

High in the mountains, far to the north

Her stars hang on ivory boughs

Then when the Wolf comes to swallow them all

The Sun escapes back to the clouds

 

A cage made of silver, a pelt made of gold

Both woven by fingers of white

Though she is gentle and fair as can be

Beware of the Temmrien's might

 

High in the mountains, high in the mountains

High in the mountains, far to the north

High in the mountains, high in the mountains

High in the mountains, far to the north

 

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