Treebeard's Song

In the willow-meads of Tasarinan I walked in the Spring

Ah! The sight and the smell of the Spring in Nan-tasarion!

And I said that was good

I wandered in Summer in the elm-woods of Ossiriand

Ah! The light and the music in the Summer by the

Seven Rivers of Ossir!

And I thought that was best

To the beeches of Neldoreth I came in the Autumn

Ah! The gold and the red and the sighing of leaves in the

Autumn in Taur-na-neldor!

It was more than my desire

To the pine-trees upon the highland of Dorthonion I

climbed in the Winter

Ah! the wind and the whiteness and the black branches

of Winter upon Orod-na-Thön!

My voice went up and sang in the sky

And now all those lands lie under the wave,

And I walk in Ambaróna, in Tauremorna, in Aldalómë

In my own land, in the country of Fangorn

Where the roots are long,

And the years lie thicker than the leaves

In Tauremornalómë.