Ai! The sunlight streams through gold laced leaves
Where there is rest and no one greives
The star spun wind ruffles through the hair
Of the gentle Queen Melian, tall and fair
The nightengales sing in the forests deep
As she lays down her head as in an eternal sleep
Graceful as the light of stars on high
She feels her heart lifted to the never ending sky
Melian, light as the sound of Spring
Lifts up her head and begins to sing