(©Shirley Starke 1991)</p>

Leaves of gold, things foretold, the sorrow of the day.<br>
There longed my heart to roam when all the world was gay.<br>
There shall my heart abide until the end of days,<br>
Leaves of gold, things foretold, the sorrow of the day.</p>

Creeping hours, sleeping flowers, the beauty of the night.<br>
There longed my heart to roam when all the world was bright.<br>
There shall my heart abide until the end of light,<br>
Creeping hours, sleeping flowers, the beauty of the night.</p>

Leaves of gold, things foretold, the sorrow of the day.<br>
There longed my heart to roam when all the world was gay.<br>
There shall my heart abide until the end of days,<br>
Leaves of gold, things foretold, the sorrow of the day.</p>

<b><u>Comments</b></u><br>
Artist Comment: "<i>Song for the White Rider</i> was written in 1968, after I'd read <i>The Lord of the Rings</i> for the first time. The style is merely my own; I did not attempt to imitate the inimitable. It is neither more nor less than a first reaction, sometimes accurately reflecting what I read, sometimes not, but expressing my wonder at the beginnings of an understanding that would grow for a lifetime."</p>