Good night, good night (I)
Good night, sweet boys, good night.
Tomorrow, I shall leave at first light,
But do not worry for I shall return,
So long as the flames in our hearth shall burn.
My journey's length, though uncertain,
Look for me beyond these curtains,
For I shall return to you both very soon,
Be it at break of day or by light of moon.
Know now that I love you both very dear,
The thought of leaving may bring many a tear.
Yet so long as you welcome me back,
And allow me to hang my sword upon this rack,
Your lord uncle will surely make haste,
With gifts of jewels and swords at his waist,
For you my beloved and dearest sister-sons,
As swiftly as the spring river runs.
Now sleep, sweetest nephews of mine,
And dream of the legacy of our noble Line,
Far over the Misty Mountains cold,
To dungeons deep and caverns old.
Good night, good night (II)
Good night, brave warriors, good night,
For tomorrow we emerge into the light.
Though I fear we shall not return,
Let this make our swords and passions burn.
The fate of your young lives is still uncertain,
As I watch you resting beyond these curtains,
This horrible war will surely end soon,
Ere break of day or by light of moon.
Please know that, to me, you both are dear,
Your words of counsel have brought this tear.
No longer boys, but men to watch my back,
As I remove my sword and shield off this rack,
Tomorrow we join the fray of battle with haste,
With gilded armor and swords at our waists,
With you, my beloved and dearest sister-sons,
As swift and fierce as the swelling river runs.
And though you are no sons of mine,
You must continue Durin's noble Line,
O Save our people from exile's cold,
And bring back honor from the Days of Old.