...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…”