A King there was on throne engraved
In great halls of colonnades
With roof of gold and argent floor
And mighty runes along the door
The darkness hangs over his tomb
Beneath the mountain in the gloom
But e'er the fallen stars glow freer
In cool and breathless Mirrormere
There rests his crown in water clear
Till Durin returns once more from sleep

It's roots have grown strong and deep
Driven by the music that came from within

But e'er the fallen stars glow freer
In cool and breathless Mirrormere
There rests his crown in water clear
Till Durin returns once more from sleep

As it grows out of the ground and reaches for sunlight
Is where a new energy feeds us

But e'er the fallen stars glow freer
In cool and breathless Mirrormere
There rests his crown in water clear
Till Durin returns once more from sleep