Among the songs of waterfalls
in a valley green and fair
I sang the song of Lúthien
and spring was in the air.
Among the birches' silver trunks
I heard your silent song.
And I saw youth and innocence -
- and I felt something strong.
In that moment I lost my heart:
forever will it dwell
enchanted in your tender palm
in spring in Rivendell.
The wind sang in the mallorn leaves:
each leaf a small green gem.
I found no peace with summer breeze
in dreamy Lórien.
From distant lands under strange stars
I came weary, my feet sore.
I sought only rest from the war -
- and I found so much more...
You came to me like a king of old,
a white gem upon your brow.
And what I saw was a noble man.
And what I felt... was love.
Autumn has come to Rivendell,
the leaves wither and fall.
And I must go: to victory,
or to the end of all.
I watch you leave: as strong and wise
as a mighty king of Men.
And behind darkness, winter's chill
I hope we meet again.
The path is dark, the shadow grows,
on the edge of hope I stand.
But I don't fear, because my heart
is safely in your hand.
The river sings about the Sea,
but I stay on this shore.
For, without you, there is no joy
for me in Valinor.
My Evenstar, you are my light
when darkness spreads its wing.
And after winter cold and bleak
I still have hope for spring.
Like in the woods of Doriath
the spring will come again.
You are my Beren, you're my love,
and I'm your Lúthien.