| Come from the shell where you hide!
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| There is a starry night outside,
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| Let go the hands that you hold!
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| They’ll just imprison you till you are old,
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| And you have just one moment more
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| before the night takes you!
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| Don’t be afraid, there is nowhere you can fall
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| But the power of the earth will hold you!
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| Wampum Song
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| There could be living on this land!
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| There could be peace for every man
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| With a woman weaving him wampum
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| By the light of the crimson sun.
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| There could be singing beneath the sky!
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| There could be joy that does not fly
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| With the children teaching us wisdom
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| By the wonder in their eyes.
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| There could be living on this land!
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| There could be peace for every man
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| With a woman weaving him wampum
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| By the light of the crimson sun
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| Sweet wise woman weaving him wampum
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| By the light of the crimson sun!
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| Nenya
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| Three rings for the elven kings!
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| Three rings for the elven kings!
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| Three rings for the elven kings!
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| They come from the darkness!
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| Moriquendi!
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| They come from the green lands!
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| Laiquendi!
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| They come from the clear light!
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| Calaquendi!
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| They are the makers!
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| They are the makers!
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| Of the earth and the wind and the light!
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| Three rings for the elven kings under the sky!
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| Three rings for the elven kings under the sky!
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| Three rings for the elven kings under the sky!
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| Wrought of star-fire!
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| Makers of all things fair under the sky!
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| Bearers of the silver flame that never dies!
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| Mirrors of all things true whenever they lies!
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| Wrought of star-fire!
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| The strange light of the elven night shines on their faces
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| A charmed breeze from the elven trees rustles the grasses
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| Three rings for the elven kings under the sky!
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| Wrought of star-fire!
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| The light of the lady is on the land
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| Fear the starlight hand!
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| They are strangers from afar seen by the holy!
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| They bring secrets of the stars to the lost and the lowly!
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| Three rings for the elven kings under the sky!
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| Wrought of star-fire!
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| I’ve seen them in the darkest night
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| They are the makers of the light
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| Through wind and rain and storm thei call me home.
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| Ella kom ye la! |
| I cried unto these ones
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| I’ve wandered through the dark so long!
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| I’ve waited through the night for the rising sun!
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| They cried «We who of the earth are born
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| Will lead you through the healing storm,
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| It’s time to follow the path of the ancient ones!»
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| It’s sunrise and high tide!
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| In the blue endless space my eyes open wide
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| There’s a land I can see!
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| There’s a land I can see!
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| There’s a land I can see!
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| Land of the sun
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| There is a land I can see
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| It’s where I long to be!
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| Where the rivers run swiftly
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| And carry your soul to the farthest star.
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| There is a land tha I know
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| Where I’ve lived long ago
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| Oh! |
| strong comes the voice of the wild-hearted lover
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| Who is calling to me!
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| He says there’s a land of the sun!
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| Where all men may come,
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| Oh! |
| it’s not easy to win
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| It can fade like the spring dew
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| That runs through your hands.
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| Come with me tonight!
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| Now the young moon is bright,
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| You can feel the earth spinning
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| Down pathways of starlight that dazzle your sight
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| There is a land I can see! |