There was dancing and was ringing
   There were shadow-people singing
   Ancient songs of olden gods
  
   Old shadows linger in thine ancient gate,
   Thy robe is grey, thine old heart now is still
   Thy robe is grey, thine old heart now is still
   Thy towers silent in the mist await
   Their crumbling end, while through the elms
   The Gliding Water leaves these inland realms,
   And slips between long meadows to the Sea
  
   There was dancing and was ringing
   There were shadow-people singing
   Old shadows linger in thine ancient gate,
   Thy robe is grey
   Thy robe is grey
  
   Thou art the inmost province of the fading isle,
   Where linger yet the Lonely Companies;
   Kortirion, I will meet the winter here
  
   Thy towers silent in the mist await
   Their crumbling end, while through the elms
   The Gliding water leaves these inland realms,
   And slips between long meadows to the Sea
  
   There was dancing and was ringing
   There were shadow-people singing
   Ancient songs of olden gods
   Old shadows linger in thine ancient gate,
   Thy robe is grey, thine old heart now is still
  
   Kortirion, I will meet the winter here, and conquer you