Dara's Harp

Be easy and free
Like the leaves on the tree
Leave sorrow and sadness
Behind you.

For it's here I must play
By night and by day
The heart of Lord Elrond
To lighten.

But the leaves on the trees
Will all wither away
The halls and the gardens
To ruin

The fountain still sings
The hallway still rings
But cold now the hand
That is set to the strings

For gone are the Fair
Gone all but one
And she with my music
I sing to console.

So be easy and free
Like the leaves on the trees
For joy mixed with sorrow
Has been given to me.


- Varda