[00:43.26]O fading town upon an island hill,[00:45.99]Old shadows linger in thine ancient gate,[00:51.90]Thy robe is grey, thine old heart now is still;[00:55.23]Thy towers silent in the mist await their crumbling end[00:56.40]While through the storeyed elms[01:02.88]The gliding black water leaves these inland realms,[01:03.93]And slips between long meadows to the[01:04.71]Sea, Still bearing downward over murmurous falls[01:05.73]One day and then another to the[01:06.39]Sea And slowly thither many years have gone[01:17.40]All thy trees,[01:17.64]Kortirion, were bent,[01:18.12]And shook with sudden whispering lament:[01:18.96]For passing were the days, and doomed the nights[02:48.27]When flittering ghost-moths danced round tapers in the moveless air nighttime[04:28.17]And doomed already were the radiant dawns,[06:13.50]The odour and the noise of meads, when all thy trees were bent, and shook with sudden whispering lament[06:19.92]And slowly thither many years have gone since first the elves here built ancient, renowned[10:59.43]Kortirion