To Arimelda
On isle afar
Where Shires lie,
And rivers flow free
Through forests emerald green...
A little cabin stands...
In distant lands
Where all roads end
In an eternal dream...
My Arimelda lives!
Chorus:
Fly little bird,
Take her my heart.
Wake her gently into the morning mist...
Sing her a song,
That it won’t be long
Till I tell her
How happy I am
That she exists.
Verse 2
Through eyes of love
And gentle strokes,
There in a hidden Dale,
Her brush gives life to paint...
And new eyes see the day.
The colors whisper tales untold
And words yet to be said...
But music of her voice is in my ears
So far from where my Arimelda lives.
Bridge:
O'er shores and steeps
With fairwinds,
My ship will set its sail.
Towards my One and Fair...
So I could take her hand
And smell the breeze blow through her hair
And put a dreamt-of kiss
On my Arimelda's lips.
Verse 3
Like in a legend's lore
Of Days Before,
That Elders told
On sunlit summer days...
Of Beren and Luthien...
Despite exile,
She's in my smile,
Her name is on my lips...
The name that lives!
Chorus:
Fly little bird,
Take her my heart.
Wake her gently into the morning mist...
Sing her a song,
That it won’t be long
Till I tell her
How happy I am
That she exists.
Chorus:
So, fly little bird
Take her my heart
Wake her gently into the morning mist.
And sing her a song,
That it won’t be long,
Till I tell her
How happy I am
That she exists.
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