(ęGlass Hammer 2001)

'Neath these leaves of gold
You walk upon the winter
Under branches silver
Reach unto the sky

And though time may gather 'round us
we are young
never touch you while among us
May your sorrow flee you
here be all
be one

Yet he walks a distant land
his mind beyond our reaching
far beneath the mountains cold
we shall never tread
He is lost to us
weary beyond all knowing
and needed now his wisdom
for the trials ahead

'Mid the boughs of Lorien
Sorrow walks today
'Neath the mallorns come to shed
the weariness away

In this place enchanted
lay you down to dream him
Let the singing river
wash away your tears

There's no fear among us
Yet the clouds may gather
We are lords of light
amid this fading age
Yet he walks a distant land
his mind beyond our reaching
far beneath the mountains cold
we shall never tread
He is lost to us
weary beyond all knowing
and needed now his wisdom
for the trials ahead

'Mid the boughs of Lorien
Sorrow walks today
'Neath the mallorns come to shed
the weariness away

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