[00:09.76]The leaves were long, the grass was green,
[00:14.22]The hemlock-umbels tall and fair,
[00:19.07]And in the glade a light was seen
[00:23.68]Of stars in shadow shimmering.
[00:28.57]Tinúviel was dancing there
[00:33.17]To music of a pipe unseen,
[00:38.13]And light of stars was in her hair,
[00:42.65]And in her raiment glimmering.
[00:47.44]
[00:54.85]There Beren came from mountains cold,
[00:59.15]And lost he wandered under leaves,
[01:03.94]And where the Elven-river rolled
[01:08.64]He walked alone and sorrowing.
[01:13.41]He peered between the hemlock-leaves
[01:18.07]And saw in wander flowers of gold
[01:22.77]Upon her mantle and her sleeves,
[01:27.50]And her hair like shadow following.
[01:33.55]
[01:46.62]Enchantment healed his weary feet
[01:51.26]That over hills were doomed to roam;
[01:56.21]And forth he hastened, strong and fleet,
[02:00.62]And grasped at moonbeams glistening.
[02:05.43]Through woven woods in Elvenhome
[02:10.08]She tightly fled on dancing feet,
[02:14.75]And left him lonely still to roam
[02:19.48]In the silent forest listening.
[02:25.96]
[02:31.99]Tinúviel!
[02:40.84]Tinúviel!
[02:49.02]
[02:57.40]When winter passed, she came again,
[03:01.78]And her song released the sudden spring,
[03:06.74]Like rising lark, and falling rain,
[03:10.62]And melting water bubbling.
[03:16.30]He saw the elven-flowers spring
[03:20.09]About her feet, and healed again
[03:25.70]He longed by her to dance and sing
[03:29.39]Upon the grass untroubling.
[03:36.13]
[04:17.00]Long was the way that fate them bore,
[04:21.40]O'er stony mountains cold and grey,
[04:26.00]Through halls of iron and darkling door,
[04:30.79]And woods of nightshade morrowless.
[04:35.68]The Sundering Seas between them lay,
[04:40.24]And yet at last they met once more,
[04:44.89]And long ago they passed away
[04:49.62]In the forest singing sorrowless.
[04:56.61]
[05:00.93]sorrowless
[05:10.33]sorrowless

The leaves were long, the grass was green,
The hemlock-umbels tall and fair,
And in the glade a light was seen
Of stars in shadow shimmering.
Tinúviel was dancing there
To music of a pipe unseen,
And light of stars was in her hair,
And in her raiment glimmering.
There Beren came from mountains cold,
And lost he wandered under leaves,
And where the Elven-river rolled
He walked alone and sorrowing.
He peered between the hemlock-leaves
And saw in wander flowers of gold
Upon her mantle and her sleeves,
And her hair like shadow following.
Enchantment healed his weary feet
That over hills were doomed to roam;
And forth he hastened, strong and fleet,
And grasped at moonbeams glistening.
Through woven woods in Elvenhome
She tightly fled on dancing feet,
And left him lonely still to roam
In the silent forest listening.
Tinúviel!
Tinúviel!
When winter passed, she came again,
And her song released the sudden spring,
Like rising lark, and falling rain,
And melting water bubbling.
He saw the elven-flowers spring
About her feet, and healed again
He longed by her to dance and sing
Upon the grass untroubling.
Long was the way that fate them bore,
O'er stony mountains cold and grey,
Through halls of iron and darkling door,
And woods of nightshade morrowless.
The Sundering Seas between them lay,
And yet at last they met once more,
And long ago they passed away
In the forest singing sorrowless.
sorrowless
sorrowless