The world was young, the mountains green (Song of Durin) Adele McAllister
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a F D aa F D aThe
aworld was young, the Fmountains green,No
Dstain yet on the aMoon was seen,No
awords were laid on Fstream or stoneWhen
DDurin woke and awalked alone.He
Fnamed the nameless Chills and dells;He
ddrank from yet unatasted wells;He
Fstooped and looked in CMirrormere,And
dsaw a crown of astars appear,As
agems upon a Fsilver thread,A
Dbove the shadow aof his head.The
gworld was fair, the dmountains tall,In
CElder Days beGfore the fallOf
gmighty kings in dNargothrondAnd
CGondolin, who Gnow beyondThe
aWestern Seas have Fpassed away:The
Dworld was fair in aDurin's Day.a F D aA
aking he was on Fcarven throneIn
Dmany-pillared ahalls of stoneWith
agolden roof and Fsilver floor,And
Drunes of power uapon the door.The
Flight of sun and Cstar and moonIn
dshining lamps of acrystal hewnUn
Fdimmed by cloud or Cshade of nightThere
dshone for ever afair and bright.There
ahammer on the Fanvil smote,There
Dchisel clove, and agraver wrote;There
aforged was blade, and Fbound was hilt;The
Ddelver mined, the amason built.There
gberyl, pearl, and dopal pale,And
Cmetal wrought like Gfishes' mail,gBuckler and corslet, daxe and sword,And
Cshining spears were Glaid in hoard.Un
awearied then were FDurin's folk;Ben
Death the mountains amusic woke:The
Fharpers harped, the Cminstrels sang,And
dat the gates the atrumpets rang.a F D aa F D aThe
aworld is grey, the Fmountains old,The
Dforge's fire is aashen-cold;No
gharp is wrung, no dhammer falls:The
Cdarkness dwells in GDurin's halls;The
gshadow lies udpon his tombIn
CMoria, in GKhazad-dûm.But
astill the sunken Fstars appearIn
Ddark and windless aMirrormere;There
alies his crown in Fwater deep,Till
DDurin wakes aagain from sleep.a F D a
