I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold And leaves of gold there gaily grew Of wind I sang, a wind there came And in the branches blew Beyond the sun, beyond the moon The foam was on the whisp'ring sea And by the strand of Ilmarin There grew a golden tree Beneath the stars of Ever-eve In Eldamar it brightly shone In Eldamar beside the walls Of Elven Tirion There long the golden leaves have grown Upon the vast and branching years While here beyond the Sundering Seas Now fall the Elven-tears O Lórien! The winter comes The barren, cold and leafless day The leaves are falling in the stream The river flows away O Lórien! Too long I've dwelt Upon this far and hither shore And in a fading crown have twined The golden elanor But if of ships I now should sing What ship would come, would come for me? What ship would bear me ever back Across so wide a sea? But if of ships I now should sing What ship would come, would come for me? What ship would bear me ever back Across so wide a sea?