I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold
And leaves of gold there gaily 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 whisp'ring sea
And by the strand of Ilmarin
There grew a golden tree

Beneath the stars of Ever-eve
In Eldamar it brightly shone
In Eldamar beside the walls
Of Elven Tirion

There long the golden leaves have grown
Upon the vast and branching years
While here beyond the Sundering Seas
Now fall the Elven-tears

O Lórien! The winter comes
The barren, cold and leafless day
The leaves are falling in the stream
The river flows away

O Lórien! Too long I've dwelt
Upon this far and hither shore
And in a fading crown have twined
The golden elanor
But if of ships I now should sing
What ship would come, would come for me?
What ship would bear me ever back
Across so wide a sea?

But if of ships I now should sing
What ship would come, would come for me?
What ship would bear me ever back
Across so wide a sea?