'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
