Original Ambient Music inspired by this painting of Narcisse Virgile Diaz de La Peña (1808-1876). If you enjoy my content and would like to support me: / misterambience ko-fi.com/mist...
Beneath the roof of sleeping trees and the dreams of leaves unfold When woodland halls are green and cool and the Wind is in the West, come back to me, come back to me, and say my land is best. -TreeBeard
In the willow-meads of Tasarinan I walked in the Spring. Ah! the sight and the smell of the Spring in Nan-tasarion! And I said that was good. I wandered in Summer in the elm-woods of Ossiriand. Ah! the light and the music in the Summer by the Seven Rivers of Ossir! And I thought that was best. To the beeches of Neldoreth I came in the Autumn. Ah! the gold and the red and the sighing of leaves in the Autumn in Taur-na-neldor! It was more than my desire. To the pine-trees upon the highland of Dorthonion I climbed in the Winter. Ah! the wind and the whiteness and the black branches of Winter upon Orod-na-Thön! My voice went up and sang in the sky. And now all those lands lie under the wave. And I walk in Ambarona, in Tauremorna, in Aldalómë, In my own land, in the country of Fangorn, Where the roots are long, And the years lie thicker than the leaves In Tauremornalómeë. -Fangorn
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Very enjoyable and uplifting, playing it again, TY!
Beneath the roof of sleeping trees
and the dreams of leaves unfold
When woodland halls are green and cool
and the Wind is in the West,
come back to me,
come back to me,
and say my land is best.
-TreeBeard
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Together we will take the road that leads into the West,
And far away will find a land where both our hearts may rest.
In the willow-meads of Tasarinan I walked in the Spring.
Ah! the sight and the smell of the Spring in Nan-tasarion!
And I said that was good.
I wandered in Summer in the elm-woods of Ossiriand.
Ah! the light and the music in the Summer by the Seven Rivers of Ossir!
And I thought that was best.
To the beeches of Neldoreth I came in the Autumn.
Ah! the gold and the red and the sighing of leaves in the Autumn in Taur-na-neldor!
It was more than my desire.
To the pine-trees upon the highland of Dorthonion I climbed in the Winter.
Ah! the wind and the whiteness and the black branches of Winter upon Orod-na-Thön!
My voice went up and sang in the sky.
And now all those lands lie under the wave.
And I walk in Ambarona, in Tauremorna, in Aldalómë,
In my own land, in the country of Fangorn,
Where the roots are long,
And the years lie thicker than the leaves
In Tauremornalómeë.
-Fangorn