Lament for Mithrandir Lyrics

When evening in the Shire was grey

His footsteps on the Hill were heard

Before the dawn he went away

On journey long without a word

With Dwarf and Hobbit, Elves and Men

With mortal and immortal folk

With bird on bough and beast in den

In their own secret tongues he spoke

He stood upon the bridge alone

And Fire and Shadow both defied

His staff was broken on the stone

In Khazad-dûm his wisdom died

From Wilderland to Western shore

From northern waste to southern hill

Through dragon-lair and hidden door

And darkling woods he walked at will

A deadly sword, a healing hand,

A back that bent beneath his load

A trumpet-voice, a burning brand

A weary pilgrim on the road

He stood upon the bridge alone

And Fire and Shadow both defied

His staff was broken on the stone

In Khazad-dûm his wisdom died

A lord of wisdom throned he sat

Swift in anger, quick to laugh

An old man in a battered hat

Who leaned upon a thorny staff

To east now gaze at dawn's first light

Enrobed in white with staff in hand

With his friends shall reunite

Restoring peace to all the land

He stood upon the bridge alone

And Fire and Shadow both defied

His staff was broken on the stone

In Khazad-dûm his wisdom died