Song Of Durin

The world was young, the mountains green
No stain yet on the moon was seen
No words were laid on stream or stone
When Durin woke, and walked alone

He named the nameless hills and dells
He drank from yet untasted wells
He stopped and looked in Mirrormere (Mirrormere)
And saw a crown of stars appear
As gems upon a silver thread
Above the shadow of his head

A king there was on throne and grave
In great halls of colonnades
With roof of gold and organ floor
And mighty runes along the door

The brightest light of moon and star
In crystal lamps shone through the door
Unshadowed by the heavy of night
They burned eternal, shimmering white

The skies are bleak, the hills are age
The forge's flames have died away
No songs are sung, no blade is cast
In Durin's halls, they've their last

The darkness hangs over his tomb
Beneath the mountain in the gloom
But ere the fallen stars glow free
In cold and breathless Mirrormere
The West is cold and water clear
'Til Durin returns once more from sleep