Song of Durin

[verse1] 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 stooped and looked in Mirrormere. And saw a crown of stars appear. [pre-chorus] As gems upon a silver thread. Above the shadow of his head! [chorus] A king he was on carven throne. In many-pillared halls of stone. With golden roof and silver floor, And runes of power upon the door. The light of sun and star and moon. In shining lamps of crystal hewn. Undimmed by cloud or shade of night. There shone for ever fair and bright! [verse2] There hammer on the anvil smote. There chisel clove, and graver wrote. There forged was blade, and bound was hilt. The delver mined, the mason built. There beryl, pearl, and opal pale. And metal wrought like fishes' mail. Buckler and corslet, axe and sword. And shining spears were laid in hoard. [outro] But still the sunken stars appear In dark and windless Mirrormere; There lies his crown in water deep, Till Durin wakes again from sleep. [verse2] There hammer on the anvil smote. There chisel clove, and graver wrote. There forged was blade, and bound was hilt. The delver mined, the mason built. There beryl, pearl, and opal pale. And metal wrought like fishes' mail. Buckler and corslet, axe and sword. And shining spears were laid in hoard. [chorus] A king he was on carven throne. In many-pillared halls of stone. With golden roof and silver floor, And runes of power upon the door. The light of sun and star and moon. In shining lamps of crystal hewn. Undimmed by cloud or shade of night. There shone for ever fair and bright! [instrumental interlude] [verse3] Unwearied then were Durin's folk; Beneath the mountains music woke: The harpers harped, the minstrels sang, And at the gates the trumpets rang. The world is grey, the mountains old, The forge's fire is ashen-cold; No harp is wrung, no hammer falls: The darkness dwells in Durin's halls! [chorus] A king he was on carven throne. In many-pillared halls of stone. With golden roof and silver floor, And runes of power upon the door. But still the sunken stars appear In dark and windless Mirrormere; There lies his crown in water deep, Till Durin wakes again from sleep. [outro]