Galadriel: "Lost Paths Of Unicorns" Lyrics

A breeze is tearing down the leaves of the trees

(That are) falling asleep in the colors of Fall



Again, I can hear that strange beat of the Earth

That melancholy neigh and sorth of the nostrils



The strokes of hoofs sound again over the land

I can see them again galloping gracefully

Their blowing white manes, a tender sharp horn on their brow



Only a virgin could touch their grace

And feel the touch of their eyelashes in her palm

Just today, when I'm scrolling across the forest

And that ancient touch is warming my palms



Just today, I'm trying to find the traces of UNICORNS

As if their traces were still warm

But those paths have been overgrown with grass

For a long time...