I wander through the trees,
Within the golden wood. Alone!
I feel around me,
the lives of those before.

Of those who once were here.
Upon this very land. They lived.
Their dreams now are still,
But their voices fill the air.

They dreamed of Elven Home
Dreamed of going back.
Back to the land they loved,
Land across the sea.
Home.

Lothlorien now is bare.
The fourth age was her doom. And End!
The dreams here are no more.
The Elven grace is gone.

Sadness,
Loneliness,
Emptiness!
Alas.
The trees they weep.
And lose their will,
To keep. 
Elven memory.

The Elves they have all gone.
It is now the age. Of Man.
An age of rebirth and growth.
In man we now must trust.

Man springs up anew.
Our lines will never fail
Though the dreams have changed 
In us hope springs up anew.
Do not lose heart,
To Middle Earth we shall be true.
Trust!

See the growth,
Watch it Spring.
Blooming bright,
And clear!
The land is clean,
Producing seed,
That bloom,
For our good!

Our family lines grow strong.
Replacing all of those. We lost!
The old ways now are gone,
The new ways have begun!


We regrow and replant so many trees.
To make our cities strong and free.
The days have changed!
It is now the time of Man!