O' Lothlórien fair,
Sweet voices ringing clear,
'tween golden mellyrn gleaming,
Stars smiling down on there,
A Silmaril amoung gems,
There in the Golden Wood,
The Queen, the Lady dwelleth there,
Perilous fair to men,
The earth hath passed through darkness deep,
The sun again will shine,
But alas for Lórien fair, its day hath passed,
And for it all elves do weep.
