There is a wood with timeless spring
And elves live there long.
Like blowing of summer wind
Sounds their eversong.
And great, thin, high and old white trees
Are growing in the wood.
They have the golden shining leaves
That ring like silver flute.
And stars are glistening all night,
And lawns are full of bloom...
Alas, then will come heartless knight,
Alas, the wood'll be gloom.
But now it is standing still -
I hope, it lasts long.
And wizards will be able to heal
My love. My Eversong.