(ŠJohn and Steve Macdonald 1982)
Gallamor is my name
And my heart is of flame;
The brightest light that's left to all this land. . .
This world that I've loved so long;
Now the magic is all gone-
And my fellow Man won't understand. . .
I've walked across the lonely earth
From the Grey Havens to Minas Tirith;
From the Southern Deserts to the Northern Waste-
Snow lies lightly on the mountains of Mordor.
In Mirkwood the spiders are gone.
Of the Evil once here, there is no taste.
The black gates hang loose, rusting.
Minas Morgul has fallen.
The shadows are only shadows
From which the owls are calling.
Gallamor is my name
And my heart is of flame;
The brightest light that's left to all this land. . .
There remains but one golden Ring,
But little magic does it bring.
All it shows are dreams turned to sand. . .
I found this Ring one day
Fishing on the mighty Anduin.
It stretched my life beyond all normal span-
In my youth I was a huntsman of Gondor.
I played with elves and spoke with dwarves aday.
I knew the best and kindest of the land.
Since then I've had to witness
How low Middle-Earth has fallen;
For too soon after Sauron's death
Did Valinor come callin'.
I've learned the bitter truth;
With Great Evil and Great Greed,
Great Nobility goes hand in hand.
The world must keep in balance,
Now the elder days are gone
And magic has deserted all the land.
Since then I've had to witness
How low lowly Man has fallen;
Great cities now in ruins
And barbarity is callin'.
Gallamor, full of tears;
I have lived for two thousand years.
The emptiness is more than I can bear. . .
I've wandered o'er a land
Where the life's become so bland;
And I am the only one to even care.
Comments
Artist Comment: "When were the times of Middle Earth? What if the magic from the Third Age was actually the remaining Creation force- completing the world? What happens to it when the world is complete?"