O Rowan fair
Upon your hair
How white the blossom lay
O rowan mine
I saw you shine upon a summer's day
Your rind so bright
Your leaves so light
Your voice so cool and soft
Upon your head
How golden red
The crown you bore aloft
O rowan dead
Upon your head
Your hair is dry and grey
Your crown is spilled
Your voice is stilled
For ever
And a day
O Orofarnë
Lassemista
Carnimírië
