Sunlight flickered through the leaves
Casting emerald lights
In one lonely sunshaft, golden and true,
I paused in my perilous flight

And though the place was beautiful
I felt only more alone
For though the place was beautiful
That place was not my home

Moonlight mirrored on the water
Lighting up the valley magical
Elvish power softened my sleep
But still the dreams were tragical

And though the place was wonderful
I still was not at home
For though the place was wonderful
That place was not my home

Silent, snowy mountain top
Like diamonds, glittering and clear
Cold magnificence, icy reverence
To my eyes, brought salty tears

And though the place was magical
I felt compelled to roam
For though the place was magical
That place was not my home