Verse 1: In twilight lands where shadows fall, Through forests deep and wide, A mortal man with weary steps In Elven glades did hide. There danced beneath the silver stars A maiden fair and free— Her song outshone the moonlight pale, And stilled the ancient trees. Chorus: Oh Lúthien, light on the leaves, Your voice is the wind that never grieves. Through fire and chain, through death and dread, I’ll follow you where angels tread. Oh Beren bold, with heart so true, You dared the dark for love of you. She sang to him, and time stood still, The night forgot its fear. Though fates forbade, her heart was stirred, And to his side drew near. But Thingol’s word, a cruel test— A Silmaril in hand, From Morgoth’s crown in Iron Hell, To win her Elven hand. Chorus: Oh Lúthien, light on the leaves, Your voice is the wind that never grieves. Through fire and chain, through death and dread, I’ll follow you where angels tread. Oh Beren bold, with heart so true, You dared the dark for love of you.
