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
Beneath the stars of Ever-eve in Eldamar it shone
In Eldamar beside the walls of Elven Tirion
There long the golden leaves have grown
Upon the branching years
While here beyond the Sundering Seas
Now falls the Elven-tears
O Lórien! The Winter comes
The bare and the leafless Day
The leaves are falling in the stream
The River flows away
O Lórien! Too long I have dwelt
Upon this Hither Shore
And in a fading crown have twined the golden 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?