I see your Chant of Durin and raise you Galadriel’s Lament and Boromir’s Funeral.
Through Rohan over fen and field
Where the long grass grows
The West wind comes walking and
About the walls it goes.
What news from the West, O wandering wind
Do you bring to me tonight?
Have you seen Boromir the Tall
By moon or by starlight?
I saw him ride over seven streams
Over waters wide and gray.
I saw him walk in empty lands
Until he passed away
Into the shadows of the North.
I saw him then no more.
The North wind may have heard the horn
Of the son of Denethor.
O Boromir, from the high walls westward I looked afar.
But you came not from the empty lands where no men are.
From the mouths of the Sea the South wind flies
The sandhills and the stones.
The wailing of the gulls it bears
And at the Gate it moans.
What news from the South, O sighing wind
Do you bring to me at eve?
Where now is Boromir the Fair?
He tarries and I grieve.
Ask not of me where he doth dwell
So many bones there lie
On the light shores and the dark shores
Beneath the stormy sky.
So many have passed down Anduin
To find the flowing Sea.
Ask of the North wind news of him
The North wind sends to me.
O Boromir, beyond the Gate the seaward road runs South.
But you came not with the wailing gulls from the grey sea’s mouth.
From the Gate of Kings the North wind rides
And past the roaring falls
And clear and cold about the Tower
Its loud horn calls.
What news from the North, O mighty wind
Do you bring to me today?
What news of Boromir the Bold?
For he is long away.
Beneath Amon Hen I heard his cry.
There many foes he fought.
His cloven shield, his broken sword
They to the water brought.
His head so proud, his face so fair
His limbs they laid to rest.
And Rauros, golden Rauros falls
Bore him upon its breast.
O Boromir, the Tower of Guard shall ever northward gaze
Toward Rauros, golden Rauros falls, until the end of days.
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold
And leaves of gold there grew.
Of wind I sang, a wind there came
And in the branches blew.
Beyond the Sun, beyond the Moon
The foam was on the Sea
And by the strand of Ilmarin
There grew a golden tree.
Beneath the stars of Ever-eve
In Eldamar it shown
In Eldamar, beside the walls
Of Elven Tirion.
There long its golden leaves have grown
Across the branching years
While here beyond the Sundering Seas
Now fall the Elven tears.
O Lorien, the winter comes
The bare and leafless day.
The leaves are falling in the stream
The river flows away.
O Lorien, too long I have
Dwelt on this hither shore
And in a fading crown have twined
The golden elanor.
But if of ships I now should sing
What ship would come to me?
What ship would bear me ever back
Across so wide a Sea?
