Soft as the breeze of Autumnë,
The Sun’s rising brings a new Day

The Call of the Sea
It is calling to me

Far in the West, the Haven lies
Water clear as serenest skies

The rain, like a wind, passes away
On the floor of the forest, Mallorn leaves lay

Careless to dreams, time has faded
Nearest it seems, to leave as They did

Take to the Call of the Havens, the Call of the Sea
There lies a White Ship, that is waiting for me

It bore away my Forebearers, It bore away my friends,
It answers to no master, and aswers to no ends

Until the World is faded, and Doom has come at last,
I, and all my kind will be a Race that passed

I dream of the ship, gliding over the foam,
The Western Sea is calling me Home.

I Aear can ven na mar
(The Sea calls us home)

*The Road Goes Ever On*