With paper and powder and whispered words
And a gleam deep in his red stone
He grew a garden
A gaffer could envy
With paper and powder and whispered words
And a gleam deep in his red stone
He sailed a swan
Past the curve of the sky
With paper and powder and whispered words
And a gleam deep in his red stone
He sent a dragon roaring
Across the Burglar's lawn
With paper and powder and whispered words
And a gleam deep in his red stone
He made silver spears
Shriek of battles past
With paper and powder and whispered words
And a gleam deep in his red stone
Laurelin's own flowers
Fell towards our faces
With paper and powder and whispered words
And a gleam deep in his red stone
He did this,
Gandalf,
The fire-master