Ten Little Fingers

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 Elven-eve
In Eldamar it shone
In Eldamar beside the walls
Of Elven Tirion.
There long the golden leaves have grown
Upon 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
Upon this hither shore,
And in a fading crown has twined
A 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?
(Printed by me-)