=Nightingale Flown Away=

O Nightingale, will you sing me a song?
When the sun's rising from the seas ablaze
With streaks of orange and fuchsia among
The shimmering waters and rippling waves.

O Nightingale, will we sing together?
When the sun's shining on the lands below
With soft golden rays of warmth which gather
To light our paths and keep our hearts aglow.

O Nightingale, will you remember me?
When the sun is setting the skies aflame
With the pale light of its final glory,
I cry out again my beloved's name;

"Tinúviel! Nightingale flown away.
Lúthien vanimelda, namárië."