Elrond, Elrond, my beloved lord, the Starborn
Do not think that I am deaf. I hear you mourn
In the dark of the night when you think I sleep
I hear your tears, I feel the wound that runs deep
The sea calls, and who can relight the sun for me
My soul is darkened, as weakened as my body
I cannot be healed, not even by the Lady of Light
Nor you, master of Vilya, child of the Starlight
For the wind from the West has come and blown
Me to the sea, where long ago I would have flown
But now I must hear in full the Star-Kindler's cry
I fight for life, but if I do not sail, I shall die
Now I will seek the strands of ships, burning pain
Will vanish to the sea-breezes, and Ulmo once again
Shall open up the pathways of the waves to Valinor
And the silver curtain of rain will open like a door
O sons of the true West, O Evenstar of Elven-Kin
A higher power hides your fate; shall I see you again?
O Nenya's Queen . . .O silver Lord, I love you
O Elf-man, our hours together have been too few
But I know, I know, you will follow, so says my heart
The Stars will shine on the hour we are not apart
Mother, father, husband, sons and daughter
Bitter was the fate that caused me to cross the water
So I seek a lonely road, a road beyond this shore
And I will seek a path…a path away to Valinor