Lay of Nimrodel

Lay of Nimrodel: Words by Tolkien, Music by Margaret Davis. Sung by Margaret Davis of Broceliande. Get it at: An Elvenmaid there was of old, A shining star by day: Her mantle white was hemmed with gold, Her shoes of silvergrey. A star was bound upon her brows, A light was on her hair As sun upon the golden boughs In Lórien the fair. Her hair was long, her limbs were white, And fair she was and free; And in the wind she went as light As leaf of lindentree. Beside the falls of Nimrodel, By water clear and cool, Her voice as falling silver fell Into the shining pool. Where now she wanders none can tell, In sunlight or in shade; For lost of yore was Nimrodel And in the mountains strayed. The elvenship in haven grey Beneath the mountainlee Awaited her for many a day Beside the roaring sea. A wind by night in Northern lands Arose, and loud it cried, br, br,