A cold wind’s blowing through the branches
And casts a rain of golden griefs,
Gold tears whose flowing no one stanches,
Dance their last dance the mallorn leafs.
By whispering flutes and trembling strings
Seems played their graceful last goodbye...
Why do they look like broken wings
Of butterflies that should still fly?
Under the mellyrn I shall dream
To once see the Eldamar of old.
Will you then walk their paths of gleam
Covered as well in leafs of gold?
Will sound of hooves be drums that sound
The joy of souls that meet again?
That fateful day’s to happen bound,
Gold autumn leafs in horse’s mane..
Will golden harps and silver flutes
Fill misty air with blissful tune
While gold leafs fall on mellyrn roots
One day that is both far and soon?
Until then, dream of golden leafs
Falling on those that here still stay..
Just wait and dream in blissful peace,
Rember: we’re one dream away.
