'Twould be in autumn when leaves turn gold,
The Nimrodel would still flow freely there,
And the mallorns would stand tall despite the cold
One thing is sure: I'd not be young like you,
As on that day when I first wandered there,
Golden mem'ries stayed with me, as mem'ries do
The silky touch of Galadriel's fair hand,
I'd see again the starlight in her eyes,
As I did so long ago when I was there
I did not need reveal my hidden pain
But now I know that trust was born and stayed,
In that golden Elven haven, Lorien
To deliver to the fire what I'd been left
Although I wandered far across this land,
I never found what I had left behind
Is now but ashes and my hurt won't end,
Time heals all wounds they said, except for mine,
So I think I'll not go back to Lorien
So I think I'll not go back to Lorien
No, I think I'll just go on to Valinor...
