When God was making the world,
( Swift was the wind and white was the fire )
The feet of His people danced the stars;
There was laughter and swinging bells,
And clanging iron and breaking breath,
The hammers of heaven making the hills,
The vales, on the anvils of God.
( Wild is the fire and low is the wind )
When God had finished the world,
( Bright was the fire and sweet was the wind )
Up from the valleys came song,
To answer the morning stars;
And the hand of man on the anvil rang,
His breath was big in his breast, his life
Beat strong‘ gainst the walls of the world.
( Glad is the wind and tall is the fire )