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?