Part I – Tuor Predestined to become the hope Of all in the drear time The time when feast changed into tears And grandness into slime He went to the forbidden gate Of Gondolin the great To warn the king against the doom Brought forth by pride and hate Stranger from the Great Sea, from a far-off shore Where the rocks have voices and the waves are hoar, An obscure enigma, he will come at last Speaking the deep language of a buried past The vigour of the human race Is gathered in his form And he sounds like the symphony Of waves after the storm Stranger from the Great Sea, from a far-off shore Where the rocks have voices and the waves are hoar, An obscure enigma, he will come at last Speaking the deep language of a buried past Part II – The Secret city Nobody knows What road will lead you there Tales of something That seems to be nowhere A cherished secret That the mountains screen A guarded treasure Never to be seen In the valley the rivers sing Light-winged legend carried by the wind Fleeing flicker, immaterial sound Hidden city, when will you be found The dazzling brightness Of marble and of gold Marvel of marvels So hard to behold End of the rainbow Dreamed of from afar Vanishing image Of a falling star Hopeless memory of a long-loved thing Song of dead leaves floating in the wind Apparition of a haunting ghost Hidden city, found and lost