Lyrics The Riddle Of Strider (II) - Christopher Lee

The Riddle Of Strider (II)

All that is gold
Does not glitter
Not all those
Who wander are lost;
The old that is strong
Does not wither
Deep roots are not
Reached by the frost
From the ashes
A fire shall be woken
A light from
The shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall
Be blade that was broken
The crownless
Again shall be king