Awaiting
My home once stood
A forest of silver and gold
Shelter, warmth and food
It offered to all, young and old, weak and bold
T'was the fortress of the brave
the throne of the wise
Tall and brave, he stood
My Elven King of Mirkwood
I would have followed him to the grave
Without a thought twice
The stars have faded
My people all jaded
Boarding the ship, they have sailed
Leaving for distant shores in the hope they'll be hailed
Upon this soil, I alone lie in wait
Whatever shall be my fate
For without my King
I cannot hear the Sea beckoning