作曲 : Manlio Greco
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold then grew:
Of wind I sang, and wind there came, and through the branches blew.
Beyond the Sun, beyond the Moon, where foam was on the Sea,
when by the strand of Ilmarin there grew a golden Tree.
Beneath the skies of Ever-eve in Eldamar in shone,
in Eldamar abide the walls of Elven Tirion.
There long the golden leaves have grown upon the blessing years,
While here beyond the Sundering Seas now fall the Elven-tears.

O Lorien! The winter comes, the cold and leafless Day;
The leaves are falling in the stream, the River flows away.

O Lorien! Too long I have waited on this Hither Shore
And in a fading crown have twined the golden elanor.

But if of ships I now should sing, what ships could come to me,
What ships would bear me ever back across so wide a Sea?

But if of ships I now should sing, what ships could come to me,
What ships would bear me ever back across so wide a Sea?