Come back my brothers, slain and lying quiet
to fill the halls under mountain once more.
In our great numbers we sang and we danced long
and rejoiced in the work of our sturdy strong hands
But now is all silent save the evil below
We delved too deep and we bathed in our pride ,yes
and to our grief a terrible consequence won
Oh kith and kin how my heart grieves.
Grieves for those days now not known
Come back wondrous lady of sweet golden silver
Whose eyes shine with the great light of Silmarillion true.
She loved me though dwarf kind, gentle was she
She touched my bruised heart in a mysterious way
Not even my dear mother could stir my heart so and
kindle flames of courage and hope like she
Oh come back hallowed Woman and with thy lips talk to me.
I sleep rather badly under the stars now
I dream of the Arkenstone , I dream of my home.
Yet wakening is dark too and I am so weary
of this life circle.
Perhaps it is time to look for the orcs that shattered the number
of kin and fight and then close my own eyes and meet again
the laughing eyes, hear merry words of welcome.
What ho here comes Legolas, dear friend, almost brother
and he calls to me and my heart lifts high and sings.
We are going on a journey and the Lady shall shall she greet us?
I shall laugh with my friend and in good time close these eyes and know
that Someone heard me. I am content.