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Lonely Dream

Minna Númen Caitat caselya lissea Lóme lanta; metyalenna túliel Lorat, ar n' óluva lyen you túler yá Sí yálante et hrestallo hair' arta Manan nainal? Man antolyasse nier sin? Cenuval rat' autuvar ilye caurelyar Ranconyassen er loril varna Man cenil han menelo hresta? Manan i maiw' yalir? Arta Ear Sil néca orta Ciryar símen marenna colien Ilqu' ahyuva hyellenna sil Cal nenes, ily' fear autuvar Estel lómenna sintuva Ter mordor lantal' et lúmell', enyalie Áva quete: nalve metyales Loss' hrestar yalir Met omentuva ata Ar nauval ranconyassen er lorna (Into the west) 'Lay down your sweet and weary head Night is falling; you have come to journey's end Sleep now and dream of the ones who came before They are calling from across a distant shore Why do you weep? What are these tears upon your face? Soon you will see all of your fears will pass away Safe in my arms, you're only sleeping What can you see on the horizon? Why do the white gulls call? Across the Sea a pale moon rises The ships have come to carry you home And all will turn to silver glass A light on the water, all souls pass Hope fades into the world of night Through shadows falling out of memory and time Don't say we have come now to the end White shores are calling, you and I will meet again And you'll be here in my arms, just sleeping