LISTEN

Listen to the wind

As it laments old memories.

If wind could cry tears,

'Twould be weeping here with me.

Listen to the wind

As it sighs across the seas.

A lonely voice, a sad voice,

Crying; just like me.

Listen to the wind

As it sings sad melodies.

Haunted, lost it sounds,

Telling its tales to me.

Ai, listen to my voice!

My song is a song of agony

That echoes around the bay,

So empty, save for me.

Ai, listen to my voice!

My soul is singing mournfully

Of family, comrades, maidens fair;

For now my only friend is me.

Listen to the waves

As they thunder from the sea.

In anguish on the cliffs they break,

And fling spray over me.

Listen to the waves

Their quiet caress on the beach,

So like a lover's gentle touch,

Stirs memories within me.

Listen to the waves

With voices wild and stormy:

They rage against the rugged shore,

Their curses all around me.

Ai, listen to my voice!

I sing of light, of being free . . .

Free from the doom of my foolish pride

That brought this darkness down on me.

Ai, listen to my voice!

Over an Age I've wandered here,

Singing, I've trudged through every bay;

These long years weigh down on me.

Listen to the wind

As it laments old memories.

If wind could cry tears,

'Twould be weeping here with me.

Listen to the gulls

Soaring, drifting on the breeze

To my ears their cries are the elven-folk

Coming back to look for me.

Listen to the gulls

In one pure sound revealing

What a thousand words could not;

They express the loneliness inside of me.

Ai, listen to my voice!

These shores my kinfolk leave,

Another Dark Lord rises, falls,

Yet no one comes for me.

Ai, listen to my voice!

An endless song of all I've seen:

A light that fell to darkness,

Good that fell to foul . . . me.

Listen to the wind

As it laments old memories . . .

Listen to the waves

As they thunder from the sea . . .

Listen to the gulls

Their wild voices are so lonely . . .

Ai, listen to my voice!

My song is a song of agony . . .

Good that fell to foul . . .

Me . . .