Take your rest and stay
in the bower of lost play
as the sun goes down
In the bower of lost play
as the sun goes down
past the gemmed evanescent town
Traveler, traveler, come to our hall
elms are rustling, soon the night will fall
At our door lay down
your weighty load long-draw
and wearying is the endless road
Listen, listen to the magical rhyme
old tales hidden in the fold of time
They’re unwinding from the earliest morn
of the days before the earth was born
Harken, harken till the candles burn
for the wisdom that you long to learn
Mystic music and life that sprung
in long-gone seasons when the world was young
Summer, winter, let your flight stand still
fascinated by the enticing trill
captivated by the elven lore
in this memory for evermore

Listen, listen to the magic rhyme
old tales hidden in the folds of time
They’re unwinding from the earliest morn
of the days before the earth was born
Harken, harken till the candles burn
for the wisdom that you long to learn
Mystic music and life that sprung
in long gone seasons when the world was young
Summer, winter, let your flight stand still
fascinated by the enticing trill
captivated by the elven lore
in this memory for evermore
Take your rest and stay
in the bower of lost play
as the sun goes down