Lyrics
[Instrumental intro]
[Berceuse]
[Celtic harp, trumpet]
[Violin melody]
[Verse]
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
[Adagio]
[Instrumental interlude]
[Trumpet]
[Diminuendo]
The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.
[Berceuse]
[Quiet interlude]
[Spoken word]
[Manly voice 1]
White shores, and beyond, a far green country under a swift sunrise.
[Manly voice 2]
Well, that isn't so bad.
[Manly voice 1]
No. No, it isn't.
[Accelerando]
[Largo, atmospheric]
[Verse]
I golas were an, i thár wan calen, i hemlock-umbels tond a bein,
A in i glade a galad letra -o elena in gwathren simeron.
Tinuviel minala ennas na musa -o a pipe unten, a galad -o elena wa in hen fin, a in hen raiment gael!
[Violin melody]
[Instrumental interlude]
[Spoken word]
[Voice 1]
I want to be a healer, and love all things that grow and are not barren! I wish the Ring had never come to me. I wish none of this had happened...
[Voice 2]
So do all who live to see such times, but that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us.
[Instrumental interlude]
[Spoken word]
I would have gone with you to the end, into the very fires of Mordor.
[Accelerando]
[Crescendo]
[Verse]
Enchantment healed his weary feet
That over hills were doomed to roam;
And forth he hastened, strong and fleet,
And grasped at moonbeams simiran.
Through woven woods in Elvenhome
She lightly fled on dancing feet,
And left him lonely still to roam
In the silent forest listening!
[Berceuse]
[Adagio]
[Instrumental interlude]
[Trumpet, celtic harp]
[Bridge]
I vâb gelebren i achortha i vorn!
[Crescendo 2]
[Diminuendo]
[Syncopated instrumental interlude]
[Berceuse]
[END]
[Accelerando]
[Crescendo]
Enchantment healed his weary feet
That over hills were doomed to roam;
And forth he hastened, strong and fleet,
And grasped at moonbeams simiran.
Through woven woods in Elvenhome
She lightly fled on dancing feet,
And left him lonely still to roam
In the silent forest listening!
[Berceuse]
[Adagio]
[Instrumental interlude]
[Trumpet, celtic harp]
[Bridge]
I vâb gelebren i achortha i vorn!
[Crescendo 2]
[Diminuendo]
[Syncopated instrumental interlude]
[Berceuse]
[END]
[END]
[Silence]
[END]
[END]
