Your grandere can not be matched
and your strenght cannot be topped
you are brave, but you love another
you love another
my king, my leige
you have found love
but not with your own kind.

I look up to you my king
as my master
my king
I look up to you
You are all I have prayed for
alas! you do not love me
as I you.
you love another.

Our soon-to-be elven queen.
will she not be different?
will she not hide much from
our king?

would it not be better to stay
with your own kind
one of your own kind
my leige?

I cannot deny my heart anylonger
I love Aragorn!
the mountains cry it!
I love you Aragorn
Son of Arathorn
cousin of elves
King of Gondor
and of men
I love you
but you love another...

night has fallen
my lord
on my eyes,
which have filled to the brim with tears for you
I cannot see anylonger, but I know my eyes are clear
I cannot hear,or touch, or move, or see
it is as if, a great cloud now covers me
And I cannot leave it.
the hands of a king
are the hands that heal
this truth was once spoken
let it be passed on as proof
heal me o lord!

you love another, but heal me lord
so that I may see this other
and smile apon her.