The sea is endlessly calling;
Calling us home to Valinor,
And my people are starting the trek
Down the long road to the western shore,
My Father, would that I were with them,
Leaving for the undying land,
But you cannot come with me, my love,
So here will I make my stand,
What good to me are countless days,
If each is followed by desolate night?
What good are far green countries,
If you are kept forever from my sight?
You too have tried to send me forth,
Saying that we are not meant to be,
That you are mortal and meant to die,
While I am Elf-kind; meant to be ever free.
But you are my very heart, my love,
And without you I am finished,
No ship could bear me to a land,
Where I would never be diminished,
For from your lips I draw my breath,
In your loving gaze does my sun rise,
Your touch alone makes my heart beat
It is in your arms that my home lies,
How I ache when we two are parted,
Torn with longing for the sight of you,
And I see written plain on your face,
That you burn for the sight of me too.
I have not the gift to see futures written,
I cannot gaze at all that might be,
But I have seen a future for us, love,
A time when two will become three,
And it is there that our immortality bides,
In the form of our yet unborn son,
He will carry us into the long years ahead,
It is in him that will we be forever one.
So I will not heed the calling, calling
Of the rolling silver glassed sea,
For my heart is ever bound to you,
As your soul is endlessly hungry for me.