A tall white ship Up to the sky We saw it ride On its wings of gold Carrying upon its sails The hopes of man Fly away to shores in the West While all the doves cry out your name Eärendil, gone are the days The mountains are old, the oceans lie cold Fly away to shores in the West While all the doves cry out your name Eärendil, gone are the days Now leave behind those earthly gyves