The sky is dark, and the hills are white,
As the Storm King speeds from the north tonight
And this is the song The Storm King sings,
As over the world his cloak he flings.
Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep
He rustles his wings and gruffly sings,
Sleep, little one, sleep
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