There was dancing and was ringing
There were shadow-people singing
Ancient songs of olden gods
Ancient songs of olden gods

Old shadows linger in thine ancient gate
Thy robe is grey, thine old heart now is still
Thy robe is grey
Thine old heart now is still

Thy towers silent in the mist await
Their crumbling end, while through the elms
The gliding water leaves these inland realms
And slips between long meadows to the sea

There was dancing and was ringing
There were shadow-people singing
Old shadows linger in thine ancient gate
Thy robe is grey, thy robe is grey

Thou art the inmost province of the fading isle
Where linger yet the lonely companies
Kortirion, I will meet the winter here

Thou art the inmost province of the fading isle
Where linger yet the lonely companies
Kortirion, I will meet the winter here

Thy towers silent in the mist await
Their crumbling end, while through the storeyed elms
The gliding water leaves these inland realms
And slips between long meadows to the sea

There was dancing and was ringing
There were shadow-people singing
Ancient songs of olden gods
Thy robe is grey, thine old heart now is still