There was dancing and was ringing There were shadow-people singing Ancient songs of olden gods Old shadows linger in thine ancient gate, Thy robe is grey, thine old heart now is still Thy robe is grey, thine old heart now is still Thy towers silent in the mist await Their crumbling end, while through the elms The Gliding Water leaves these inland realms, And slips between long meadows to the Sea There was dancing and was ringing There were shadow-people singing Old shadows linger in thine ancient gate, Thy robe is grey Thy robe is grey Thou art the inmost province of the fading isle, Where linger yet the Lonely Companies; Kortirion, I will meet the winter here Thy towers silent in the mist await Their crumbling end, while through the elms The Gliding water leaves these inland realms, And slips between long meadows to the Sea There was dancing and was ringing There were shadow-people singing Ancient songs of olden gods Old shadows linger in thine ancient gate, Thy robe is grey, thine old heart now is still Kortirion, I will meet the winter here, and conquer you …