Here I stand, alone, surrounded by tears and memories
When waters rippled silver, when the mighty mallorn trees
Shone in the sunlight and eleanor blossomed gold
As the winter niphredil was white, in Lothlórien of old.
The Elvish voices laughing, silver music in the air.
But I hear now only silence, in Lothlórien the fair.
The mallorn leaves have fallen, where once the flowers grew.
Time has touched the forest, gone is Lothlórien I knew.
Tear-stained face and empty hands, as cold as stars above.
Memories, only memories, in the fair Lothlórien I loved.
No singing; naught but echoes, in the groves where phantoms tread.
Like the trees, like the Elfstone faded, my Lothlórien is dead.
In this life, I have lost many things that I held so dear
I have watched them pass away, as I stood there in fear
But they say beyond this world, the grief light will dispel.
So I will see. With the spring, I pass forever. Lothlórien, farewell.