Boromir, my brother,
Is this you I see now,
Lifeless and broken,
With death’s pale upon your brow?

How have you fallen?
Boromir, how could you die?
Did I hear in the distance,
Your broken horn’s faint cry?

How did it happen?
Did you die with honor true?
Was the ground littered,
With the bodies of those you slew?

Answer me, my brother!
Say but one word to me,
That I mourn no more for Boromir,
But comforted might be.

Leave me not, oh Boromir,
To fight this futile war,
Let me go with you like ever,
To some distant waiting shore.

Must I wait, must I linger,
To die in this fight?
Oh! May death come swiftly,
And I’ll see the soft pale light.

Then I will come at last,
To halls where peace will be,
And then, yes then, my brother,
You again I will see.

Boromir, my brother..
You pass beyond my sight.
Yes go unto the halls,
Go unto the light.

I will meet you there soon,
To stay there all our days.
Not death, nor war, nor darkness deep,
Will ever part our ways.