At the shore
here once more
I am.
"Now come!"
the river
does whisper.
"Follow me
to the sea!
Open up your sails!
Hear the waves, their wails!
In your hair let dwell
a fresh and salty smell!"
My heart is full
when a seagull
squeals a cry:
"Sail, and try
to find the straight way
to Eldamar's bay!"
Now I say:
"'tis a fine day
a tree to take
of it to make
for Her at last
the tallest mast."
here once more
I am.
"Now come!"
the river
does whisper.
"Follow me
to the sea!
Open up your sails!
Hear the waves, their wails!
In your hair let dwell
a fresh and salty smell!"
My heart is full
when a seagull
squeals a cry:
"Sail, and try
to find the straight way
to Eldamar's bay!"
Now I say:
"'tis a fine day
a tree to take
of it to make
for Her at last
the tallest mast."
