Elvenmusic 2: The Evening of Iluvatar's Children

I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew: Of wind I sang, a wind there came and in the branches blew. Beyond the Sun, beyond the Moon, the foam was on the Sea, And by the strand of Ilmarin there grew a golden Tree. Beneath t

Sing hey! for the bath at close of day That washes the weary mud away! A loon is he that will not sing: O! Water Hot is anoble thing! O! Sweet is the sound of falling rain. and the brook that leaps from hill to plain; but better than rain or rippling