Elves into the west
The elves are riding
Away from their home
Down to the sea,
The waves and the foam
There by the shore
A boat lies in wait
To carry them away,
For such is their fate
A boat of grey
With shining white sail
Smooth, sloping sides,
Embossed with mithrail
Their lands have faded
So they must go west
And so to the havens
The elves go to rest
Hearing gulls cry
Their hearts take a leap
The old sea longing
Is awakened from sleep
The fair folk are leaving
For yonder shore
Their hearts will now rest
In the forest no more
The folk that once dwelt
In woodland realm
Shall no longer find peace
Under beech, oak or elm
They have fought great battles
Said many rhymes
Discovered the earth's secrets
Of long lost times
They learnt from the stars
And talked to the trees
Sang many songs
And have done what they pleased
But now we mortals
Shall see them no longer
Unless we too
Pass that shore yonder