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.