In the willow-meads of Tasarinan
Ah! the sight and the smell of the spring in Nantasarion!
Ah! the light and the music in the summer
Of the Seven rivers of Ossir!
Ah! the gold and the red and the sighing leaves in the
Autumn in Taur-na-neldor!
To the pine-trees upon the highland of Dorthonion
Ah! the wind and the whiteness
And the black branches of winter upon Orod-na-Thûn!
Where the roots are long, and the years lie thicker than the leaves