In Rivendell my heart does dwell,
With Elrond and his folk,
Where the minstrels sing their ancient tunes
'Neath the hall of fire's smoke

In fair Lothlórien am I
In spirit, and in my mind's eye
I see the grass 'neath the Golden Trees
Cloaked in golden elanor.

Fairer, they say, than Tirion,
Oh lovely Gondolin!
Oh Turgon's charming people,
The strong stone walls, all green within.

Elrond! Arwen! Glorfindel!
Fingolfin and Fëanor!
Glóredhel and Aredhel!
Sweet elves, all gone forevermore.