Listen to the wind
As it laments old memories.
If wind could cry tears,
'Twould be weeping here with me.
Listen to the wind
As it sighs across the seas.
A lonely voice, a sad voice,
Crying; just like me.
Listen to the wind
As it sings sad melodies.
Haunted, lost it sounds,
Telling its tales to me.
Ai, listen to my voice!
My song is a song of agony
That echoes around the bay,
So empty, save for me.
Ai, listen to my voice!
My soul is singing mournfully
Of family, comrades, maidens fair;
For now my only friend is me.
Listen to the waves
As they thunder from the sea.
In anguish on the cliffs they break,
And fling spray over me.
Listen to the waves
Their quiet caress on the beach,
So like a lover's gentle touch,
Stirs memories within me.
Listen to the waves
With voices wild and stormy:
They rage against the rugged shore,
Their curses all around me.
Ai, listen to my voice!
I sing of light, of being free . . .
Free from the doom of my foolish pride
That brought this darkness down on me.
Ai, listen to my voice!
Over an Age I've wandered here,
Singing, I've trudged through every bay;
These long years weigh down on me.
Listen to the wind
As it laments old memories.
If wind could cry tears,
'Twould be weeping here with me.
Listen to the gulls
Soaring, drifting on the breeze
To my ears their cries are the elven-folk
Coming back to look for me.
Listen to the gulls
In one pure sound revealing
What a thousand words could not;
They express the loneliness inside of me.
Ai, listen to my voice!
These shores my kinfolk leave,
Another Dark Lord rises, falls,
Yet no one comes for me.
Ai, listen to my voice!
An endless song of all I've seen:
A light that fell to darkness,
Good that fell to foul . . . me.
Listen to the wind
As it laments old memories . . .
Listen to the waves
As they thunder from the sea . . .
Listen to the gulls
Their wild voices are so lonely . . .
Ai, listen to my voice!
My song is a song of agony . . .
Good that fell to foul . . .
Me . . .