Come, now, and hear the story

Of the Highest lord's glory

Everlasting and bright

Neverending in might

Manwë who dwells on high

At the crown of the mountain

In his halls the winds sigh

And the clouds sprout a fountain

Eagles on his command

Ride the winds of Arda

Standing at his right hand

Is the Star-Queen, Varda

Sapphires set in gold

Shine on his sceptre

Wisdom he has of old;

Righteousness older.