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INTRO: Am 
VERSE ONE  
Am                                      
Well,of those that sailed the silver ships 
      G   Am7   G     Am 
From Andil-ar I am the last. 
         Am                  C 
And, the deeds that rang our youthful dreams 
   G               Am 
It seems shall go undone. 
     Am 
Ah, north for the shores of Valinor 
      G     Am7      G          Am 
Our bows in crimson, sails were made 
     G                         C 
Our captains were strong, our lances long 
         G             Am 
And our liege the Holy King. 

VERSE TWO 
Well, the hills did turn from green to blue, 
and vanish as on the decks we watched 
But every thought in that noble company 
was forward bound. 
To the lifeless plains of Valinor, 
where reigns the dark and frozen One. 
And with tongues of fire and glorious eyes 
We pledged our mission be. 

VERSE THREE 
Aw, the climb from mild to bitter ran 
and the winds from fair to fierce did blow. 
Oath and prayer did turn to thoughts 
Of homes left far behind. 
And Longed every man for some glimpse of land 
And the host that did await us there. 
Aw, but each new day brought only a sea 
And sky of ice and gray 

VERSE FOUR 
Thanks give no word can drag you through 
Those endless weeks our ships did roll 
Thanks give you cannot see those sails 
And faces bleach and draw 
Ice we drank and leather did chew 
For the oceans are unwholesome there 
The dead that slid into the seas 
Did freeze before our eyes. 

VERSE FIVE 
Then a wind did fling the ships apart 
Each one to go her separate way. 
And, the sky did howl, the hull did groan 
For how long I do not know. 
And what men were left when the winds had ceased 
Grew dull and low of countenance. 
For soldiers denied his battle plain 
On comrades soon must turn 

VERSE SIX 
So one by one we died alone 
Some by hunger, some by steel. 
And bodies froze where they did fall 
Their souls unsanctified. 
Until only another and I were left 
Then just before his flame did fail. 
We were shone ourselves brothers-in-arms 
To serve the holy king 

VERSE SEVEN 
Now, perhaps this shall reach Andilar 
Although I know not how it can. 
For once again hes hurled his wind 
Upon the silver prow. 
But if it should my words are these 
Arise young men fine ships to build. 
And set them north for Valinor 
beneath standards proud as fire