Here among the woven
trees of yesteryear
beyond the halls of time and space
where
the immortal stars hang in the vault of the sky
I have flown among
the stars up high
and hugged their gentle light
until the
sea became my grave
far from the trees I left behind
the woods
I loved above all things
save one alone
no solice waits for
me
until I see her again
Nimrodel, Nimrodel
my gentle queen
who never was
lady of the gentle river
the sea became my grave
of tears for thee
until we meet again
in halls where only the
dead have trod.
