How beautiful they are, the lordly ones Who dwell in the hills, in the hollow hills. They have faces like flow’rs And their breath is a wind That blows over summer meadows Filled with dewy clover. Their limbs are more white than shafts of moonshine, They are more fleet than the March wind, They laugh and are glad and are terrible When their lances shake and glitter Ev’ry green reed quivers. How beautiful they are, How beautiful, The lordly ones in the hollow hills.
The Immortal Hour
Song Cycle by Rutland Boughton (1878 - 1960)
?. Faery song  [sung text checked 1 time]
- by William Sharp (1855 - 1905), as Fiona Macleod [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]