Lothlorien, Lothlorien! O Greenwood the fair – Thy labyrinths of light Shall keep me there…
Where elanor flowers And mallorn trees grow, There I shall dance Barefoot on the grass To music so sweet Whilst elven wine flows, A ring on my hand And a wreath on my brow…
Now that your people Are leaving these shores, How shall I follow Across sundering seas?
We still remember, we who dwell In this far land beneath the trees Thy starlight on the Western Seas…
Lothlorien, Lothlorien! O Greenwood the fair – Thy labyrinths of light Shall keep me there…
Where elanor flowers And mallorn trees grow, There I shall dance Barefoot on the grass To music so sweet Whilst elven wine flows, A ring on my hand And a wreath on my brow…
Now that your people Are leaving these shores, How shall I follow Across sundering seas?
