Galadriel

She comes up with the morning sun

And tells me life has just begun

Oh, what it is to be young

And in the early morning light

She brings me flowers from the sun

Oh what it is to be young

And if you see her you will know

She's like a shadow

Passing softly on the snow

And in the early evening light

She brings me flowers for the night

Oh what it is to be young

And if you see her you will know

She's like a shadow

Passing softly on the snow

And in the early evening light

She brings me flowers for the night

Oh what it is to be young