A love song from Tolkien's Middle-Earth. Sung by a mortal to a maia. If you
want to know more about them, read my story 'Nár Tinwen'.
You are my Valinor, and more:
You are the Aman of before
Morgoth did his theft
And dead the Two Trees left.
You are the wind in my sails
As the outlook now hails:
'We have land in sight
Immortal and bright!'
You are my pastures green
Where I've always been
So happy and bold
As in tales of old.
You are the Silmarils' light
Full of mercy and might.
You shine on my face
Warm as an embrace.
You are the fairest flower
And a lady of power,
Ever-young, ever-bright,
Blooming both day and night.
To you I sing
Though I'm no king
I have no right
To hope you might
Cast your eyes on me
And say: 'It is he.'
You are my Valinor, and more:
You are the Aman of before
Morgoth did his theft
And dead the Two Trees left.
You are the wind in my sails
As the outlook now hails:
'We have land in sight
Immortal and bright!'
You are my pastures green
Where I've always been
So happy and bold
As in tales of old.
You are the Silmarils' light
Full of mercy and might.
You shine on my face
Warm as an embrace.
You are the fairest flower
And a lady of power,
Ever-young, ever-bright,
Blooming both day and night.
To you I sing
Though I'm no king
I have no right
To hope you might
Cast your eyes on me
And say: 'It is he.'
