:: The Missing (old english) ::

Music by Howard Shore :: Words by Phillippa Boyens :: Translation by David Salo

She never watched

The morning rising,

Too busy with the

Days first chores

But oft she would watch

The sun's fading

As the cold of night crept

Across the moors

And in that moment

She felt the loss

Of everything that

Had been missed

So used to feeling

The spirit sink

She had not felt

Her own heart's wish

Héo naefre wacode daegréd

Tó bisig mid daegeweorcum

Ac oft héo wacode sunnanwanung

Thonne nihtciele créap geond móras

And on thaere hwile

Héo dréag thá losinga

Ealra thinga the héo forléas

Héo swá oft dréag hire sáwle sincende

Héo ne cúthe hire heortan lust