His bones are now crumbled;
His armour is shivered
His splendour is humbled!
Though sword shall be rusted
And throne and crown perish
With strength that men trusted
And wealth that they cherish,
Here grass still is growing
And leaves are yet swinging,
The white water flowing
The elves are yet singing
Come! Tra-la-la-lally!
Come back to the valley!
The stars are far brighter
Than gems without measure,
The moon is far whiter
Than silver in trasure:
The fire is more shining
on hearth in the gloaming
Than gold won by mining
So why go a-roaming?
Come back to the valley!
O! where are you going
so late in returning?
The river is flowing,
The stars are all burning!
O! whither so laden,
So sad and so dreary?
Here elf and elf-maiden
Now welcome the weary
With tra-la-la-lally
Fa-la-la-lally
Fa-la!