� In the willow meads of Tassarion I walked in the spring Of the sight and the smell of the spring In Nam Tassarion And I said that was good I wandered in summer in the elm woods Of Ossiriand Of the light and the music in the summer by The seven rivers of Ossir And I thought that was best To the beaches of Neldoreth I came in the autumn Ah, the gold and the red and the sighing of leaves In the autumn in Taur-Naneldor It was more than my desire To the pine trees upon the highland of Ndorthonion I climbed in the winter Ah, the wind and the whiteness And the black branches of winter upon Orod-Nathon My voice went up and sang in the sky And now those lands lie under the wave And I walk in Ambarona In Taurimorna In Aldagone In my own land in the country of Fangorn Where the roots are long And the years lie thicker than the leaves In Taurimorna nome In Taurimorna nome