I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew
Of wind I sang, a wind there came and in the branches blew.
Beyond the Sun, beyond the Moon, the foam was on the Sea,
And by the strand of Ilmarin there grew a golden Tree.
O Lórien!
The Winter comes,
O Lórien!
The river flows away
There long the golden leaves have grown upon the branching years,
While here beyond the Sundering Seas now fall the Elven-tears.
Beneath the stars of Ever-eve in Eldamar it shone
O, of ships I now sing, what ship would come to me
And bear me 'cross so wide a Sea?
O Lórien!
O bare and leafless day
O Lórien!
O Winter fade away