Northern wind I call to thee,
Send my calling up to him.
Find his body where it be,
And send him to come back to me.

His dying wish I plead to hear
His final words, his utmost fear
In valour I’m sure he passed away.
Has though his life gone astray?

I know my city is now forsaken,
My father will never trust my deeds
I wish I were now him there dying
In solitude, among his foes.

O Boromir! My brother
Of all I lost my only kin
I lost my friend, my hope, my leader
The one I trusted to lead to war.

The crown of glory is now in pieces
Gondor’s son is forever lost
And in an act of desperation
O Northern Wind I turn to thee.