He:

Among the songs of waterfalls

in a valley green and fair

I sang the song of Lúthien

and spring was in the air.

She:

Among the birches’ silver trunks

I heard your silent song.

And I saw youth and innocence…

…and I felt something strong.

He:

In that moment I lost my heart:

forever it will dwell

enchanted in your tender palm

in spring in Rivendell.

She:

The wind sang in the mallorn leaves:

each blade a small green gem.

I found no peace with summer breeze

in dreamy Lórien.

He:

From distant lands under strange stars

I came weary, my feet sore.

I sought only rest from the war –

- and I found so much more…

She:

You came to me like an elven king,

a white gem upon your brow.

And what I saw was a noble man.

And what I felt… was love.

He:

Autumn has come to Rivendell,

the leaves will die and fall.

And I must go: to victory,

or to the end of all.

She:

I watch you leave: as strong and wise

as a mighty king of Men.

And behind darkness, winter’s chill

I hope we meet again.

He:

The path is dark, the shadow grows,

on the edge of hope I stand.

But I don’t fear, because my heart

lies safely in your hand.

She:

The river sings about the Sea,

but I stay on this shore.

For, without you, there is no joy

for me in Valinor.

He:

My Evenstar, you are my light

when darkness spreads its wing.

And after winter cold and bleak

I still have hope for spring.

She:

Like in the woods of Doriath

the spring will come again.

You are my Beren, you’re my love,

and I’m your Lúthien.