Hidden in the tree tops
In a wood of old
Live a wise people
Crowned in leaves of gold
Their queen is more fair
Than all treasures combined
More golden is her hair
Than all sun that have shined
For swiftly they run
And arrows never stray
Their eyes see truth
So is the Elven Way.
In a wood of old
Live a wise people
Crowned in leaves of gold
Their queen is more fair
Than all treasures combined
More golden is her hair
Than all sun that have shined
For swiftly they run
And arrows never stray
Their eyes see truth
So is the Elven Way.
