Through Rohan over Fen

Where the long grass grows

The west wind comes walking

And about the walls it goes

What news from the west do you bring to me tonight

O wondering winds

Have you seen Boromir

I saw him ride over the streams

Over waters wide and grey

I saw him walk in empty lands

Until he passed away

Into the shadows of the north

I saw him there no more

The north wind may have heard of the son

Of  Denethor,  oh Boromir

From the mouths of the sea

The south wind flies

From the sand hills and to the stones

The wailing of the gulls it bares

And the gate it moans

What news from the south

O sighing wind

Do you bring to me at eve

Where now is boromir the fair

He tarries and I grieve

So many bones there lie

And the dark shores

Under the sky

ANDUIN..

From the gate

At the north

Wind rides

And past the

Roaring falls

And clear and cold

About the tower loud horn calls

What news from

The north o

Mighty winds do you bring to me

What news of Boromir the bold

For hes long away

Beneath Amon Hen

There many foes fought

His cloven shield

His broken sword