Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
I’m begging of you, please don’t take my man
Your sword is long, your lance is keen, your shining helm afar is seen
But into darkness fell your star, Jolene
Long ago you went away, and where thou dwellest none can say,
In Mordor where the shadows are, Jolene.
The last whose realm was fair and free between the mountains and the sea
Gil-galad was an Elven king, Jolene