Song of Eldamar

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