Farewell now here, ye leaves of trees, Your music in the morning breeze! Farewell now blade and bloom and grass That see the changing season's pass And Luthien Tinuviel More fair than mortal tongue can tell. Farewell sweet earth and northen sky, For ever blest, since here did lie, And here with lissom limbs did run, Beneath the moon, beneath the sun. My Luthien Tinuviel More fair than mortal tongue can tell. Though all to ruin fell the world, And were dissolved and backward hurled For this the dawn, the dusk, the earth, the sea That Luthien on a time should be! And Luthien Tinuviel More fair than mortal tongue can tell.
[00:06.000]Farewell now here, ye leaves of trees, [00:18.000]Your music in the morning breeze! [00:29.000]Farewell now blade and bloom and grass [00:42.000]That see the changing season's pass [00:54.000]And Luthien Tinuviel [01:06.000]More fair than mortal tongue can tell. [01:17.000]Farewell sweet earth and northen sky, [01:29.500]For ever blest, since here did lie, [01:42.000]And here with lissom limbs did run, [01:54.000]Beneath the moon, beneath the sun. [02:06.000]My Luthien Tinuviel [02:18.500]More fair than mortal tongue can tell. [02:30.000]Though all to ruin fell the world, [02:43.000]And were dissolved and backward hurled [02:52.000]For this the dawn, the dusk, the earth, the sea [03:05.000]That Luthien on a time should be! [03:19.000]And Luthien Tinuviel [03:30.500]More fair than mortal tongue can tell. [03:42.000]
