The Breaking of the Fellowship - mask, Howard Shore

When the cold of winter comes,

Starless night will cover day

In the veiling of the sun,

We will walk in bitter rain.

But in dreams,

I can hear your name.

And in dreams,

We will meet again.

When the seas and mountains fall

And we come to end of days,

In the dark I hear a call

Calling me there

I will go there

And back again.