The leaves were long, the grass was green,
The hemlock-umbels tall and fair,
And in the glade a light was seen
Of stars in shadow shimmering.
Tinúviel was dancing there
To music of a pipe unseen,
And light of stars was in her hair,
And in her raiment glimmering.
There Beren came from mountains cold,
And lost he wandered under leaves,
And where the Elven-river rolled
He walked alone and sorrowing.
He peered between the hemlock-leaves
And saw in wander flowers of gold
Upon her mantle and her sleeves,
And her hair like shadow following.
Enchantment healed his weary feet
That over hills were doomed to roam;
And forth he hastened, strong and fleet,
Through woven woods in Elvenhome
She tightly fled on dancing feet,
And left him lonely still to roam
In the silent forest listening.
He heard there oft the flying sound
Of feet as light as linden-leaves,
Or music welling underground,
In hidden hollows quavering.
Now withered lay the hemlock-sheaves,
And one by one with sighing sound
In the wintry woodland wavering.
He sought her ever, wandering far
Where leaves of years were thickly strewn,
By light of moon and ray of star
In frosty heavens shivering.
Her mantle glinted in the moon,
She danced, and at her feet was strewn
A mist of silver quivering.
When winter passed, she came again,
Like rising lark, and falling rain,
And melting water bubbling.
About her feet, and healed again
He longed by her to dance and sing
Upon the grass untroubling.
Again she fled, but swift he came.
Tinúviel! Tinúviel!
He called her by her elvish name;
And there she halted listening.
His voice laid on her: Beren came,
And doom fell on Tinúviel
That in his arms lay glistening.
As Beren looked into her eyes
Within the shadows of her hair,
The trembling starlight of the skies
He saw there mirrored shimmering.
Tinúviel the elven-fair,
Immortal maiden elven-wise,
About him cast her shadowy hair
And arms like silver glimmering.
Long was the way that fate them bore,
O'er stony mountains cold and grey,
Through halls of iron and darkling door,
And woods of nightshade morrowless.
The Sundering Seas between them lay,
And yet at last they met once more,
And long ago they passed away
In the forest singing sorrowless.
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:29.85]The leaves were long, the grass was green,
[00:34.09]The hemlock-umbels tall and fair,
[00:38.45]And in the glade a light was seen
[00:43.18]Of stars in shadow shimmering.
[00:47.71]Tinúviel was dancing there
[00:52.39]To music of a pipe unseen,
[00:56.93]And light of stars was in her hair,
[01:01.47]And in her raiment glimmering.
[01:14.44]There Beren came from mountains cold,
[01:18.77]And lost he wandered under leaves,
[01:23.42]And where the Elven-river rolled
[01:27.89]He walked alone and sorrowing.
[01:32.46]He peered between the hemlock-leaves
[01:37.03]And saw in wander flowers of gold
[01:41.76]Upon her mantle and her sleeves,
[01:46.33]And her hair like shadow following.
[01:59.06]Enchantment healed his weary feet
[02:03.82]That over hills were doomed to roam;
[02:08.39]And forth he hastened, strong and fleet,
[02:17.12]Through woven woods in Elvenhome
[02:21.67]She tightly fled on dancing feet,
[02:26.20]And left him lonely still to roam
[02:30.83]In the silent forest listening.
[02:45.86]He heard there oft the flying sound
[02:49.72]Of feet as light as linden-leaves,
[02:54.24]Or music welling underground,
[02:58.77]In hidden hollows quavering.
[03:02.95]Now withered lay the hemlock-sheaves,
[03:07.38]And one by one with sighing sound
[03:16.62]In the wintry woodland wavering.
[03:29.18]He sought her ever, wandering far
[03:33.45]Where leaves of years were thickly strewn,
[03:37.92]By light of moon and ray of star
[03:42.35]In frosty heavens shivering.
[03:46.63]Her mantle glinted in the moon,
[03:55.50]She danced, and at her feet was strewn
[04:00.72]A mist of silver quivering.
[04:22.93]When winter passed, she came again,
[04:31.13]Like rising lark, and falling rain,
[04:35.05]And melting water bubbling.
[04:43.65]About her feet, and healed again
[04:48.11]He longed by her to dance and sing
[04:52.84]Upon the grass untroubling.
[05:07.46]Again she fled, but swift he came.
[05:11.34]Tinúviel! Tinúviel!
[05:16.07]He called her by her elvish name;
[05:20.09]And there she halted listening.
[05:29.06]His voice laid on her: Beren came,
[05:33.68]And doom fell on Tinúviel
[05:38.67]That in his arms lay glistening.
[05:51.15]As Beren looked into her eyes
[05:55.23]Within the shadows of her hair,
[05:59.41]The trembling starlight of the skies
[06:03.55]He saw there mirrored shimmering.
[06:07.94]Tinúviel the elven-fair,
[06:12.88]Immortal maiden elven-wise,
[06:17.55]About him cast her shadowy hair
[06:22.45]And arms like silver glimmering.
[06:36.90]Long was the way that fate them bore,
[06:41.07]O'er stony mountains cold and grey,
[06:45.25]Through halls of iron and darkling door,
[06:49.64]And woods of nightshade morrowless.
[06:53.93]The Sundering Seas between them lay,
[06:58.30]And yet at last they met once more,
[07:02.98]And long ago they passed away
[07:08.01]In the forest singing sorrowless.
The leaves were long, the grass was green,
The hemlock-umbels tall and fair,
And in the glade a light was seen
Of stars in shadow shimmering.
Tinúviel was dancing there
To music of a pipe unseen,
And light of stars was in her hair,
And in her raiment glimmering.
There Beren came from mountains cold,
And lost he wandered under leaves,
And where the Elven-river rolled
He walked alone and sorrowing.
He peered between the hemlock-leaves
And saw in wander flowers of gold
Upon her mantle and her sleeves,
And her hair like shadow following.
Enchantment healed his weary feet
That over hills were doomed to roam;
And forth he hastened, strong and fleet,
Through woven woods in Elvenhome
She tightly fled on dancing feet,
And left him lonely still to roam
In the silent forest listening.
He heard there oft the flying sound
Of feet as light as linden-leaves,
Or music welling underground,
In hidden hollows quavering.
Now withered lay the hemlock-sheaves,
And one by one with sighing sound
In the wintry woodland wavering.
He sought her ever, wandering far
Where leaves of years were thickly strewn,
By light of moon and ray of star
In frosty heavens shivering.
Her mantle glinted in the moon,
She danced, and at her feet was strewn
A mist of silver quivering.
When winter passed, she came again,
Like rising lark, and falling rain,
And melting water bubbling.
About her feet, and healed again
He longed by her to dance and sing
Upon the grass untroubling.
Again she fled, but swift he came.
Tinúviel! Tinúviel!
He called her by her elvish name;
And there she halted listening.
His voice laid on her: Beren came,
And doom fell on Tinúviel
That in his arms lay glistening.
As Beren looked into her eyes
Within the shadows of her hair,
The trembling starlight of the skies
He saw there mirrored shimmering.
Tinúviel the elven-fair,
Immortal maiden elven-wise,
About him cast her shadowy hair
And arms like silver glimmering.
Long was the way that fate them bore,
O'er stony mountains cold and grey,
Through halls of iron and darkling door,
And woods of nightshade morrowless.
The Sundering Seas between them lay,
And yet at last they met once more,
And long ago they passed away
In the forest singing sorrowless.
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:29.85]The leaves were long, the grass was green,
[00:34.09]The hemlock-umbels tall and fair,
[00:38.45]And in the glade a light was seen
[00:43.18]Of stars in shadow shimmering.
[00:47.71]Tinúviel was dancing there
[00:52.39]To music of a pipe unseen,
[00:56.93]And light of stars was in her hair,
[01:01.47]And in her raiment glimmering.
[01:14.44]There Beren came from mountains cold,
[01:18.77]And lost he wandered under leaves,
[01:23.42]And where the Elven-river rolled
[01:27.89]He walked alone and sorrowing.
[01:32.46]He peered between the hemlock-leaves
[01:37.03]And saw in wander flowers of gold
[01:41.76]Upon her mantle and her sleeves,
[01:46.33]And her hair like shadow following.
[01:59.06]Enchantment healed his weary feet
[02:03.82]That over hills were doomed to roam;
[02:08.39]And forth he hastened, strong and fleet,
[02:17.12]Through woven woods in Elvenhome
[02:21.67]She tightly fled on dancing feet,
[02:26.20]And left him lonely still to roam
[02:30.83]In the silent forest listening.
[02:45.86]He heard there oft the flying sound
[02:49.72]Of feet as light as linden-leaves,
[02:54.24]Or music welling underground,
[02:58.77]In hidden hollows quavering.
[03:02.95]Now withered lay the hemlock-sheaves,
[03:07.38]And one by one with sighing sound
[03:16.62]In the wintry woodland wavering.
[03:29.18]He sought her ever, wandering far
[03:33.45]Where leaves of years were thickly strewn,
[03:37.92]By light of moon and ray of star
[03:42.35]In frosty heavens shivering.
[03:46.63]Her mantle glinted in the moon,
[03:55.50]She danced, and at her feet was strewn
[04:00.72]A mist of silver quivering.
[04:22.93]When winter passed, she came again,
[04:31.13]Like rising lark, and falling rain,
[04:35.05]And melting water bubbling.
[04:43.65]About her feet, and healed again
[04:48.11]He longed by her to dance and sing
[04:52.84]Upon the grass untroubling.
[05:07.46]Again she fled, but swift he came.
[05:11.34]Tinúviel! Tinúviel!
[05:16.07]He called her by her elvish name;
[05:20.09]And there she halted listening.
[05:29.06]His voice laid on her: Beren came,
[05:33.68]And doom fell on Tinúviel
[05:38.67]That in his arms lay glistening.
[05:51.15]As Beren looked into her eyes
[05:55.23]Within the shadows of her hair,
[05:59.41]The trembling starlight of the skies
[06:03.55]He saw there mirrored shimmering.
[06:07.94]Tinúviel the elven-fair,
[06:12.88]Immortal maiden elven-wise,
[06:17.55]About him cast her shadowy hair
[06:22.45]And arms like silver glimmering.
[06:36.90]Long was the way that fate them bore,
[06:41.07]O'er stony mountains cold and grey,
[06:45.25]Through halls of iron and darkling door,
[06:49.64]And woods of nightshade morrowless.
[06:53.93]The Sundering Seas between them lay,
[06:58.30]And yet at last they met once more,
[07:02.98]And long ago they passed away
[07:08.01]In the forest singing sorrowless.
Gil-galad was an Elven-king.
Of him the harpers sadly sing:
the last whose realm was fair and free
between the Mountains and the Sea.
His sword was lo...
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost....
Ah! like gold fall the leaves in the wind,
long years numberless as the wings of trees!
The long years have passed like swift draughts
of the sweet me...
Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark ...
An Elven-maid there was of old,
A shining star by day:
Her mantle white was hemmed with gold.
Her shoes of silver-grey.
A star was bound upon her bro...
The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager f...
Gondor! Gondor, Between the Mountains and the Sea!
West Wind blew there; the light upon the Sliver Tree
Fell like bright rain in the gardens of the K...