(İMostly Autumn 2001)</p>

Under eastern silver skies<br>
where the bright moon wore the heart<br>
in a land of bright bird song</p>

Where the springtime charmed the day<br>
and the glad folk sang, to the sun<br>
melodies in golden glades</p>

Through the narrows<br>
catch the starlight<br>
in a land so fair<br>
Greenwood blows there</p>

Then the rising misty fair<br>
where the sun refused to shine<br>
and the arms of darkness grew</p>

Through the narrows<br>
kills the starlight<br>
in a land so fair<br>
blood burns cold there</p>

<b><u>Comments</b></u><br>
Artist Comment: "A peaceful musical portrait of a great forest is shattered by the arrival of the creatures of Sauron. From now on this place is now known as Mirkwood."</p>