There was a time,
When we walked,
Through trees of golden leaves.

Our feet would fall,
Soundless on,
The years of mallorn sheaves.

Everyday,
We’d set out,
With high spirits and high hopes.

We would cross,
Sweet Nimrodel,
With light hearts and light ropes.

O Lórien!
Our beloved
Home of golden trees!

Will we find,
Such joy and peace,
Across the Sundering Seas?