There were shadow-people singing
 Ancient songs of olden gods

 Old shadows linger in thine ancient gate,
 Thy robe is grey, thine old heart now is still
 Thy robe is grey, thine old heart now is still
 Thy towers silent in the mist await
 Their crumbling end, while through the elms
 The Gliding Water leaves these inland realms,
 And slips between long meadows to the Sea

 There was dancing and was ringing
 There were shadow-people singing
 Old shadows linger in thine ancient gate,
 Thy robe is grey
 Thy robe is grey

 Thou art the inmost province of the fading isle,
 Where linger yet the Lonely Companies;
 Kortirion, I will meet the winter here
 .../repeat/...

 Thy towers silent in the mist await
 Their crumbling end, while through the elms
 The Gliding water leaves these inland realms,
 And slips between long meadows to the Sea

 There was dancing and was ringing
 There were shadow-people singing
 Ancient songs of olden gods
 Old shadows linger in thine ancient gate,
 Thy robe is grey, thine old heart now is still

 Kortirion, I will meet the winter here,
 and conquer you