(©Longshanks 1990)</p>

When the new day is dawning<br>
and the night turns into morning<br>
When the darkness hides away<br>
and gives in to the light of day<br>
When the first bird gladly sings<br>
and takes off high on golden wings<br>
we rejoice and wonder why<br>
so many days just passed us by</p>

We stride into the dawn<br>
We stride into the dawn<br>
We keep on going on</p>

Along the hidden paths that run<br>
east of the moon, west of the sun<br>
through the darkest woods we came<br>
in search of the forgotten name<br>
Set out on this fearful quest<br>
to find him, who can give us rest<br>
as in tales and lore was told<br>
a man born from the Kings of old</p>

We stride into the dawn<br>
We stride into the dawn<br>
We keep on going on</p>

All that is gold does not glitter<br>
Not all those who wander are lost<br>
The old that is strong does not wither<br>
Deep roots are not reached by the frost<br>
From the ashes a fire shall be woken<br>
A light from the shadows shall spring<br>
Renewed shall be the blade that was broken<br>
The crownless again shall be King</p>

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