Lyrics:
The king beneath the mountainsThe king of carven stoneThe lord of silver fountainsShall come into his own!His crown shall be upholdenHis harp shall be restrungHis halls shall echo goldenTo songs of yore resungThe woods shall wave on mountainsAnd grass beneath the sunHis wealth shall flow in fountainsAnd rivers golden runThe streams shall run in gladnessThe lakes shall shine and burnAll sorrow fail and sadnessAt mountains king's return