Wandering, wandering
Through a forest beautiful and old
A heart full of hope
Where dreams unfold
Singing of an Elf-maiden
Who lived long ago
Gazing at the sunset
Sinking in the distance so low

When, in the distance
Who do I see appear?
The very maiden that I sing of
And lo! She is drawing near!
Tinúviel, Tinúviel!
Have I strayed into a dream?
Are you truly
As real as you seem?
My heart leaps
For the beauty that that you hold
And the secrets of your life
Full of wonders untold

But what’s this?
What do I hear?
Lúthien, you are not
Tinúviel, my dear!
Undómiel, you are
The Star of your race
For the Stars’ light shines
Upon your lovely face

Undómiel, Undómiel!
So sweet and so fair
With the light of the setting Sun
Shining upon your hair
O, How I love you!
O, How my heart aches
Just to call you my own
Ere my heart should break!

But alas! You are Elf-kind
And I but a lowly man
What chance have I
Of holding your fair hand?
Evenstar, Evenstar!
I will always hold you dear
And my heart will always leap
Each time that you draw near

Arwen, my dear Arwen
Please do not forget
Lowly man that I am
You’re in my heart yet