| I sang of leaves of gold, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold grew: Of wind I sang, a wind there came and in the branches blew. Beyond the Sun, beyond the Moon, the ofam was on the Sea, And by the strand of Ilmarin there grew a golden Tree. Beneath the stars of Ever-ere in Eldamar it shone, In Eldamar beside the walls of Elven Tirion. There long the golden leaves have grown upon the branching years, Where here beyond the Sundering Seas now fall the Elven-tears. O Lorien! The Winter comes, the bare and leafless day; The leaves are falling in the stream, the River flows away. O Lorien! Too long have I dwelt upon this hither shore And in a fading crown have twined the golded elanor. But if of ships I now should sing, what ship would come to me, What ship would bear me ever back across so wide a Sea? |
| Galadriel's Song |
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