What news o wand’ring wind tonight
To towers white you bring?
By the moon or by the starlight
Have you seen our brightest son?
Have you seen Boromir the tall?
I westward look atop the shining walls
I listen nightly from afar
The silence ails my grieving heart
What news o sighing wind tonight
To ease my mind you bring?
He tarries without warning
And I fear the tidings morning brings
Have you seen Boromir the fair?
Can you not answer Minas Tirith’s prayers
He’s long away and our hope fades
The moon he left beneath has waned
I have seen Boromir the bold
He passed with cloven shield and heart gone cold
His voice and horn both silent now
Still the brow that might have born a crown
What news o mighty wind tonight
To grieve my heart you bring?
Gondor’s bravest warrior sleeping
Passing onward in the evening sun