All that is gold does not glitter

All that is long does not last

All that is old does not wither

Not all that is over is past

And I may not get through in time



Oh, Elfstone - bearer of my green stone

In the south under snow a green stone thou shalt see

Elfstone - in the shadow of the dark throne

For the hour is at hand that long hath awaited thee



Greenleaf - bearer of the Elvenbow

Far beyond Mirkwood many trees on earth grow

Thy last shaft when thou hast shot

Under the mournful trees thou shalt walk

For dark are the waters of Kheledzaram



And my heart trembles at the thought that I may see them soon

I am longing for harmony - the freedom within me

Out of dark to the day's rising

I came crying in the sun - sword unsheathing



To hope's end I rode and to heart's breaking

Now for wrath

Now for ruin - and a red nightfall

When the black breath blows - and death's shadows grow

All lights pass



Life to the dying - in my hand lying

Shrivel like the old mist - like the winds go wailing

Lost and forgotten be - darker than the darkness

Where gates stand for ever shut

'Til the world is mended