The Last Farewell
Winter covers all the earth
And blows both cold and strong.
But amid the group of four of us
It’s springtime all along.
Hand in hand we walked the roads
That wither we may tramp.
And in the night of deep starlight
Laid down our loads to camp.
Four elvish friends that hard and fast
To each adventure binds.
And find that we had always been
True friends throughout all time.
Together we’ve run sunlit hills
Of that called Wilderland,
And fought the dragons of the North
And all the foes of Man.
We knew one day the time would come,
As we stand to greet the dawn,
That I and every one of us
Must sing his lonely song.
Who knows if when we’ll meet again
As we go our separate ways;
And lo, here come the coaches now
To take us each away.
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