The White Shores of Valinor

Time draws on, an age passes away,
Our time grows short, we cannot stay,
We must leave, in grey ships sailing away,
To the white shores of Valinor.

Our people are waning, an age of men dawning,
We must answer the cries of the white gulls calling,
Over the sea a golden morn dawning,
On the white shores of Valinor.

No more in the confines of this world to be,
I will answer the call of my home over sea,
That of sadness and weariness I may be free,
On the white shores of Valinor.