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Through the cold of winter nights A single branch of ancient grace
Waiting for the morning light To rise and claim
this holy place
The White Tree
blooms under stars so bright
The shadow
yields to the silver light Lift up your shields and let voices
ring For Gondor stands once again to sing
The stone of kings is green with spring
The crown is returned to the ancient throne
Hear how the birds of the valley sing
No longer we wander the dark alone
The White Tree blooms under stars so
bright The shadow yields to the
silver light
Lift up your shields and let voices ring For Gondor stands once
again to sing
(ahhhh) Gondor
stands