Come, come, gather here
Behold such a saddening tale
Come, come, take your handkerchief
It may keep you well.
It came upon the sunrise clear
That sorrowful song of old
From Elves bounded to the Earth
To touch their harps of gold.
The Ranger find himself alone in the wood
It's magic only forest spirits understood
He lose himself hoping to find
The peace of mind he left behind.
