...Once it smiled a silent dell Where the people did not dwell; They had gone unto the wars, Trusting to the mild-eyed stars Nightly, from their azure towers, To keep watch above the flowers, In the midst of which all day The red sun lazily lay The red sunlight lazily lay… Now each visitor confess The sad valley’s restlessness Nothing there is motionless In this dale of hopelessness! Hopelessness in portliness Of isle that show Despair and woe O'er the violets that lie In myriad types of the human eye – O'er the lilies there that wave And weep above a nameless grave! They wave from out their fragrant tops Eternal dews come down in drops They weep from off their delicate stems Perennial tears descend in gems CHORUS: By no wind are stirred those trees That palpitate like the chill seas Around the misty Hebrides! Ah, by no wind those clouds are driven That rustle through unquiet Heaven Around the misty Hebrides! Hebrides... Winds are dancing o'er the vales of woe And spinning clouds full of tears Restless tears… Around only death a-flying And wilted flowers clothed these isles And souls howl song of perish ‘Neath the weeping moon Nightly, from their azure towers, To keep watch above the flowers, In the midst of which all day The red sun lazily lay Nothing saves the airs that brood O'er magic solitude Waves and winds are bloody rude In this season's servitude ...Once it smiled a silent dell Where the people did not dwell; They had gone unto the wars, Trusting to the mild-eyed stars! Now each visitor confess The sad valley’s restlessness Nothing there is motionless In this dale of hopelessness... Hopelessness sans chrominance Upon that isle So un-hostile! O’er the violets that lie In myriad types of the human eye – O’er the lilies there that wave And weep above a nameless grave! They wave from out their fragrant tops Eternal dews come down in drops They weep from off their delicate stems Perennial tears descend in gems CHORUS: By no wind are stirred those trees That palpitate like the chill seas Around the misty Hebrides! Ah, by no wind those clouds are driven That rustle through unquiet Heaven Around the misty Hebrides! Ah, by no wind are stirred those trees That palpitate like the chill seas Around the misty Hebrides! Ah, by no wind those clouds are driven Uneasily, from morn till even Around the misty Hebrides! Hebrides... “And I lay here on the rivage Of gloomy island’s barren earth I lay in slumber, age-old servage To tristy Goddess of love’s dearth…”