For passing were the days, my friend
And doomed the nights (and doomed the nights)
When flitting ghostmoths danced
Round tapers in the moveless air
And doomed already were
The radiant dawns (the radiant dawns)
The odour and the noise of meads
And all about is night
One moment now may give us more
Than fifty years of reason
Our minds shall drink of every pore
The spirit of the season
To her fair works did nature link
The human souls that through me ran
And much it grieved my heart to think
What I can make of man
You look around on Middle-Earth
As if she no purpose bore you
As if you were her first-born birth
And no one had lived before you
I sit upon this old grey stone
And dream my time away
I sit upon this old grey stone
And dream my time away
For passing were the days, my friend
And doomed the nights (and doomed the nights)
When flitting ghostmoths danced
Round tapers in the moveless air
And doomed already were
The radiant dawns
The odour and the noise of meadows
And all about is night (and all about is night)
To her works did nature link
The human souls that through me ran
And much it grieved my heart to think
What I can make of man
You look around on Middle-Earth
As if she for no purpose bore you
As if you were her first-born
And no one had lived before you
