Rain on roses running red.
Petels fall, tears silent shed.
With sinking sun and lost desire
Darkness comes the moon climbs higher.

Behind the clouds a star shines through.
An elf-maid shuns this ancient view.
Speak soft, "Earendil, I love you not.
For on your night my doom was wrought."

"The Western Lands I have fled,
Going where the darkness led.
And my love of you I left behind
Far yonder where my hert doth hide."

"Turn your face away from mine.
Your cold star I won't abide.
While I seek my peace beneath the trees
Earendil turn your face from me."

"I watch the leaves on the ground.
Roses on the water drown.
As the Brandywine goes rushing by
It gathers up the tears I cry."

"Your light is on the water still.
May that light the Valar quell!
Cry curse the fell love I once had.
Earendil turn away your head."