(J.R.R.Tolkien)
Am Em
a An Elven-maid there was of old,
F C G7
A shining star by day:
Am Em
Her mantle white was hemmed with gold,
F Em Am
Her shoes of silver-grey.
Am G
b A star was bound upon her brows,
F C
A light was on her hair
Dm Am
As sun upon the golden boughs
F Em Am
In Lorien the fair.
C G
c Her hair was long, her limbs where white,
C D E7
And fair she was and free;
Am Em Am F
And in the wind she went as light
Dm Em Am
As leaf of linden-tree.
a Beside the falls of Nimrodel,
By water clear and cool,
Her voice as falling silver fell
Into the shining pool.
b Where now she wanders none can tell,
In sunlight or in shade;
For lost of yore was Nimrodel
And in the mountains strayed.
c The elven-ship in haven grey
Beneath the mountain-lee
Awaited her for many a day
Beside the roaring sea.
a A wind by night in Northern lands
Arose, and loud it cried,
And drove the ship from elven-strands
Across the streaming tide.
b When dawn came dim the land was lost,
The mountains sinking grey
Beyond the heaving waves that tossed
Their plumes of blinding spray.
c Amroth beheld the fading shore
Now low beyond the swell,
And cursed the faithless ship that bore
Him far from Nimrodel.
a Of old he was an Elven-king,
A lord of tree and glen,
When golden were the boughs in spring
In fair Lothlorien.
b From helm to sea they saw him leap,
As arrow from the string,
And dive into the water deep,
As mew upon the wing.
b The wind was in his flowing hair,
The foam about him shone;
Afar they saw him strong and fair
Go riding like a swan.
c But from the West has come no word,
And on the Hither Shore
No tidings Elven-folk heard
Of Amroth evermore.
Am Em
a An Elven-maid there was of old,
F C G7
A shining star by day:
Am Em
Her mantle white was hemmed with gold,
F Em Am
Her shoes of silver-grey.
Am G
b A star was bound upon her brows,
F C
A light was on her hair
Dm Am
As sun upon the golden boughs
F Em Am
In Lorien the fair.
C G
c Her hair was long, her limbs where white,
C D E7
And fair she was and free;
Am Em Am F
And in the wind she went as light
Dm Em Am
As leaf of linden-tree.
a Beside the falls of Nimrodel,
By water clear and cool,
Her voice as falling silver fell
Into the shining pool.
b Where now she wanders none can tell,
In sunlight or in shade;
For lost of yore was Nimrodel
And in the mountains strayed.
c The elven-ship in haven grey
Beneath the mountain-lee
Awaited her for many a day
Beside the roaring sea.
a A wind by night in Northern lands
Arose, and loud it cried,
And drove the ship from elven-strands
Across the streaming tide.
b When dawn came dim the land was lost,
The mountains sinking grey
Beyond the heaving waves that tossed
Their plumes of blinding spray.
c Amroth beheld the fading shore
Now low beyond the swell,
And cursed the faithless ship that bore
Him far from Nimrodel.
a Of old he was an Elven-king,
A lord of tree and glen,
When golden were the boughs in spring
In fair Lothlorien.
b From helm to sea they saw him leap,
As arrow from the string,
And dive into the water deep,
As mew upon the wing.
b The wind was in his flowing hair,
The foam about him shone;
Afar they saw him strong and fair
Go riding like a swan.
c But from the West has come no word,
And on the Hither Shore
No tidings Elven-folk heard
Of Amroth evermore.