the trees are ever green
in the land of our fantasies gone wild
Lorien, Lothlorien, a piece of my mind
wanders on your grassy plains
drinking your pure water
and playing
under the waterfall of dreams
far away from the flowing of time
and the troubles of races gone and lost forever...

but not,
Lorien
with sparking stars and ships flowing in the sky
not you...

the light is forever young
there, in the midst of the forest
a mighty place

and I can not think of a better way to spend my life
the running trough Lorien
with you my love
isolated in the corners of our minds
that still feel not the dark
of this world forgotten

running, ever running
in Lorien my love...