Earendill the Tall
Elwing the Fair
have left us behind
our sorrows to bear

to sail in the sky
amid the bright stars
away from the Earth
and all its dark scars

The world lies in grief
beneath evil and gloom
we must into the west
and flee this black doom

Riding in twilight
to Grey Havens drawn
o'er the sundering seas
we'll sail ere the dawn

Away to the west
to sweet Valinor
beyond the sunset
the lands of old lore

great Manwe our king
we'll greet at long last
our exile be o're
and days of grief be past.