I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew:
Of wind I sang, a wind there came and in the branches blew.
Beyond the Sun, beyond the Moon, the foam was on the Sea,
And by the strand of Ilmarin there grew a golden Tree.

Beneath the stars of Ever-eve in Eldamar it shone,
In Eldamar beside the walls of Elven Tirion.
There long the golden leaves have grown upon the branching years,
While here beyond the Sundering Seas now fall the Elven-tears.

O Lórien! The [bad word]  the bare and leafless Day;
The leaves are falling in the stream, the River flows away.

But if of ships I now should sing, what ship [bad word] to me,
What ship would bear me ever back across so wide a Sea?

O Lórien! Too long I have dwelt upon this Hither Shore
And in a fading crown have twined the golden elanor.