The Departure of Galadriel
Lament morning star, for your light has left the shores.
Your grey-silver shimmer has now gone dim.
Lament for the Lady
Lament for the happiness she left behind,
And the sorrows that followed.
Will spring come again after the Lady has left?
Will the elanor still bloom?
Will the evening twilight still cast such perilous beauty?
Will spring come again to the World she has left?
O Galadriel! O shining star!
Make your likeness in Elendil shine strongly again.
Come not for the peril of Men,
But for the last of your kindred.
Be not a forgotten dream,
A memory only in distant tales.
Come again to the Gray Havens,
Come again to look upon the wood where you once dwelled.
O Galadriel! O lamentable twilight!
Your ship has passed,
The end of your time is spent.
Go now, fair lady,
And do not look back.
Be wise and strong.
O Galadriel! O morning sunrise!
I smell you in the air,
I taste you in the water,
I feel you in the grass.
A time long ago,
A time forgotten,
A time worth remebering.
Fair Galadriel,
Spring awaits your final coming.
Lament morning star, for your light has left the shores.
Your grey-silver shimmer has now gone dim.
Lament for the Lady
Lament for the happiness she left behind,
And the sorrows that followed.
Will spring come again after the Lady has left?
Will the elanor still bloom?
Will the evening twilight still cast such perilous beauty?
Will spring come again to the World she has left?
O Galadriel! O shining star!
Make your likeness in Elendil shine strongly again.
Come not for the peril of Men,
But for the last of your kindred.
Be not a forgotten dream,
A memory only in distant tales.
Come again to the Gray Havens,
Come again to look upon the wood where you once dwelled.
O Galadriel! O lamentable twilight!
Your ship has passed,
The end of your time is spent.
Go now, fair lady,
And do not look back.
Be wise and strong.
O Galadriel! O morning sunrise!
I smell you in the air,
I taste you in the water,
I feel you in the grass.
A time long ago,
A time forgotten,
A time worth remebering.
Fair Galadriel,
Spring awaits your final coming.
