Ent:
When spring unfolds
the beechen-leaf and sap is in the bough,
When light is on the
wild-wood stream, and wind is on the brow,
When stride is long,
and breath is deep, and keen the mountain air,
Come back to me! Come
back to me, and say my land is fair!
Entwife:
When Spring is come
to garth and field, and corn is in the blade,
When blossom like a
shining snow is on the orchard laid,
When sun and shower
upon the earth with fragrance fill the air,
I'll linger here, and
will not come, because my land is fair!
Ent:
When Summer lies upon
the world, and in a noon of gold
Beneath the roof of
sleeping leaves the dreams of trees unfold,
When woodland halls
are green and cool, and wind is in the West,
Come back to me! Come
back to me, and say my land is best!
Entwife:
When Summer warms the
hanging fruit and burns the berry brown;
When straw is gold,
and ear is white, and harvest comes to town;
When honey spills,
and apple swells, though wind be in the West,
I'll linger here
beneath the Sun, because my land is best!
Ent:
When Winter comes,
the winter wild that hill and wood shall slay;
When trees shall fall
and starless night devour the sunless day;
When wind is in the
deadly East, then in the bitter rain
I'll look for thee,
and call to thee; I'll come to thee again!
Entwife:
When Winter comes,
and singing ends; when darkness falls at last;
When broken is the
barren bough, and light and labour past;
I'll look for thee,
and wait for thee, until we meet again:
Together we will take
the road beneath the bitter rain!
Both:
Together we will take
the road that leads into the West,
And far away will
find a land where both our hearts may rest.
FROM THE TWO TOWERS BY J.R.R. TOLKIEN ©1954
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