As I stand on the mountain; I see you.
As I cry; I hear your soft lament
Perhaps all is not lost, that which was broken
will again be remade; not in vain
fight for the valor of your people;
but keep me in your heart’s content.
I wait for you in Imladris.
It is here that we shall meet again.
I strive for the power to see you;
Your vision’s as clouded as mine.
I wait for the chance to hold you;
Won’t you wait for me as your not home?
I fear for the loss of your wisdom,
But more than that; I fear for the loss of your heart.
You stray but a little, and I lose you.
Come home to me sweet Dunedain.