There was dancing and was ringing

There were shadow-people singing

Ancient songs of olden gods



Old shadows linger in thine ancient gate,

Thy robe is grey, thine old heart now is still

Thy robe is grey, thine old heart now is still

Thy towers silent in the mist await

Their crumbling end, while through the elms

The Gliding Water leaves these inland realms,

And slips between long meadows to the Sea



There was dancing and was ringing

There were shadow-people singing

Old shadows linger in thine ancient gate,

Thy robe is grey

Thy robe is grey



Thou art the inmost province of the fading isle,

Where linger yet the Lonely Companies;

Kortirion, I will meet the winter here

.../repeat/...



Thy towers silent in the mist await

Their crumbling end, while through the elms

The Gliding water leaves these inland realms,

And slips between long meadows to the Sea



There was dancing and was ringing

There were shadow-people singing

Ancient songs of olden gods

Old shadows linger in thine ancient gate,

Thy robe is grey, thine old heart now is still



Kortirion, I will meet the winter here,

and conquer you