Song of Mirkwood (From Bond of Love) In winter, I have wandered far from home In the cold and starless night. In darkness, I have walked the leafless path, Searching for the light. But still I hear your streams, I feel your branching boughs, Calling to me now. When your leaves are green, I will walk again, I will walk again, The blossoms white upon your boughs, I will walk your beloved paths again. In winter, I must journey under cloud Over bare and treeless plains, But ever, as I tread the rocks and stones, Under falling rain, I smell your fallen leaves, I see your spreading trees. They are calling me. When your leaves are green, I will walk again, I will walk again, The blossoms white upon your boughs, I will walk your beloved paths again. Elizabeth Hopkinson