Hear the wind, on the branches blows What shall it wants to say? The People of Trees if they could sing Understand you may Years ago in the Golden Wood Afar their voices did chime In Nimrodel the time has flown And you people of Lorien sigh! I'd like to see the maidens dancing still Between the shades of the silver trees Where now the leaves, blown by the wind Swing from the branches in loneliness But now I sit before the see Beyond the horizon my voice still sing I hope my notes will sail to you May the waves bring back to me A fanding sound of voices...