All that is gold does not glitter
   All that is long does not last
   All that is old does not wither
   Not all that is over is past
   And I may not get through in time
   Oh, Elfstone - bearer of my green stone
   In the south under snow a green stone thou shalt see
   Elfstone - in the shadow of the dark throne
   For the hour is at hand that long hath awaited thee
   Greenleaf - bearer of the Elvenbow
   Far beyond Mirkwood many trees on earth grow
   Thy last shaft when thou hast shot
   Under the mournful trees thou shalt walk
   For dark are the waters of Kheledzaram
   And my heart trembles at the thought that I may see them soon
   I am longing for harmony - the freedom within me
   Out of dark to the day's rising
   I came crying in the sun - sword unsheathing
   To hope's end I rode and to heart's breaking
   Now for wrath
   Now for ruin - and a red nightfall
   When the black breath blows - and death's shadows grow
   All lights pass
   Life to the dying - in my hand lying
   Shrivel like the old mist - like the winds go wailing
   Lost and forgotten be - darker than the darkness
   Where gates stand for ever shut
   'Til the world is mended