I sing of you, old Middle-Earth,
With your majestic mountains and blue skies,
With your golden fields or emerald-like turfs,
Above which the herald of life forever flies.

Set amid the vastity of the Great Seas,
You are so far away from Valinor
From where comes a soft blessed breeze
To remember the living of the Last Shore.

Beautiful, but sad is your story,
Telling about warfare or times of peace,
Praising the faith and the glory
Of those longing for the eternal bliss.

Valuable and meaningful is the history
From which the immortal heroes rise,
Surrounded in the grey veil of mystery,
Teaching peoples evil to despise.

Heavy clouds are on the sky once clear
And the world is on the verge of doom,
Threatened by dark doubts and fear,
Covered with mist and gloom.

But far above the land, beyond the clouds
The sun and the Stars follow their eternal way
And from the streams and the wind come the sounds
Which promise the coming of a new day.