Sail ship, grey
ship, upon the salty sea,
Cry gull, white gull, calling us to
leave,
Weep woods, green woods, our home beneath the trees,
Rise
king, wise king, to where you're meant to be,
And weep elves,
fair elves, banished to the West,
Star folk, far folk, I hope that
we find rest,
Burn heart, yearn heart, beat within my
breast,
Finished now, diminished now, we finally passed the test,
Fly voice, cry
voice, to sing our sorrow song,
Sing men, strong men, of all that
is now gone,
Write words, bright words, of the place where we
belong,
Tell the tale, the weary tale, though it be lifetimes
long,
Of elven halls
and gull's calls and caverns full of light,
Of pale skin, pure
skin, that shimmered in the night,
Fair of face, full of grace,
eyes with immortal sight,
Of starshine, moonshine, and fires
burning bright,
And sorrow, oh
sorrow, deeper than the sea,
Light eyes, bright eyes, that wept
for broken dreams,
Crying hearts, sighing hearts, that mourn
eternally,
An old race, a cold race, vanished beyond the sea,
A sad tale, a
long tale, but good for what it's worth,
Of elven kings, evil
rings, and an endless, hopeless search,
For some way, some day, to
stay in Middle Earth,
By the sea, beneath the trees, in the land
of my birth,
White
gull, light gull, I heard your wild cry,
Bold wind, cold wind, I
saw your banner fly,
Be strong, hold on. Yet
inwardly I sighed,
I sailed away, beyond the day; something within
died.
Remember men,
young men, to sing of what is gone,
Of the far folk, the star
folk, that vanished with the dawn,
To journey far, to journey
hard, to white shores and beyond,
Perhaps we'll give another the
strength to journey on,
Fly heart, sigh
heart, for all that you must see,
Cry heart, die heart, for what
will never be.