Mithrandir! Mithrandir! O Pilgrim Grey! - A Song About Gandalf (Mithrandir)
Mithrandir! Mithrandir! O Pilgrim Grey!
From over the sundering sea you sailed,
Into our midst with lore and love -
Without thanks, without admire
Under your torn robes old and rough
Through fire and water you passed away
Bent and weary of the task on your way
But a flame unperished shines within,
From Valinor where the Valar dwells
And there your silver hair flies free.