I.
Like mist on the leaves
Fall gently, O summer rain
Upon the oak trees
Caressed by the western winds.
Where hides Anar in the clouds?
II.
Boughs of hemlock spring
Covered in the shining dew
Of passing showers.
The dance of the Elder King,
Caught eternal with Ulmo.
III.
In this field I see
Stars shimmering in the sun
As if the night fell
And the sky's gems boiled over
To find a new home below.
IV.
These gems I will save
Not in hands, but memory
Of their great beauty
And the song my heart has sung
From the blessing of their sight.
