Green leaves and
gold lacing over blue sky.
What joy is this that awakens my
sight?
My heart thrives on it, uncomprehending.
Surrounding
glory so far from long nights:
Inexplicably living smiles Gandalf
nearby.
Sweet presence of one I'd thought lost laying
near;
Peacefully sleeping, death no longer nigh;
He'd had a
cruel time of it - oh how I'd feared.
How bright are the
leaves in the branches above me.
The trees seem to linger,
remembering Spring,
The strength of the meadows and warmth of the
sun
Awakened from heaviness of the Ring.
Strength welling back
to wash my tattered soul,
As here I draw free breath in, full and
deep,
Bringing me rest and making me whole.
How long have I
lain here sound asleep?
Cormallen, the name of this wonder and
life.
In honor we're dressed in our garments and arms.
Shadows
seem gone and all blessings returned,
What ease knowing now we're
at last safe from harm.
Joyful is my heart,
Singing like the
stars,
When I see how many of our dear ones remain.
Smiling
through the tears,
They're once more standing near,
Our
fellowship gathered together again.
Praise them, praise them, praise them with great praise!
My Master's cheeks are
burning hot,
But his eyes are bright as stars.
He shares this
glory with me now
For he wouldn't hear of it otherwise,
Though
he's the one as won the fight…
Nor would I even leave his
side,
For praises or no, that's what is right.
For him my
heart overwhelms with pride.
Cormallen, the
bannered field fills with praise,
Bright banners, smiles of those
standing victorious;
Those who fought with us, each in their own
way.
They line a green path leading to a tall throne
Where the
desires of hearts may truly hold sway.
How can my heart hold more
joy than these moments?
Tears of sheer blessedness run down my
cheeks.
My Master smiles at me across our dear guide:
Now in
Kingship it seems our friend's found his calling.
And my
Master's sweet gaze - it no longer hides
For the shadow of
madness is no longer inside.
Cormallen, the surrounding trees
thrive with life,
Bright flowers are strewn, sweet wine freely
flows.
The desire of my heart at last knows fulfillment
For the
minstrel sings our own tale he knows!
Music of the heart,
Music
of the stars,
This light is no longer held back by the pain.
Music
for our tears,
A balm upon the fears,
Our fellowship gathered
together again.
How bright are the eyes of the fellowship
also,
Words fail at the depth of their eyes and their hearts,
The
sun can't shine brighter than all of this joy.
Together at last
after lifetimes apart.
Healing and peace, glory and trumpets!
Life
is abundant after the storm.
Hopes once abandoned rise again to
fulfillment,
So bright is this sunrise, this glorious
morn.
Cormallen, the field of victorious song.
With hopes
now restored, sweet laughter is heard.
But sweeter for me are my
dear Master's eyes;
For his torment seems ended, his peace
restored.
Joy in the living,
Peace of the heart,
His light
no longer held back by the pain.
Comfort for the tears,
An end
to all the fears,
The fellowship gathered together again.
