Through Rohan over fen and field where the long grass grows
The West Wind comes walking, and about the walls it goes
What news from the West, O wandering wind, do you bring to me tonight?
Have you seen Boromir the Tall by moon or by starlight?
I saw him ride over seven streams, over waters wide and grey
I saw him walk in empty lands until he passed away
Into the shadows of the North, I saw him then no more
The North Wind may have heard the horn of the son of Denethor
O Boromir! From the high walls westward I looked afar
But you came not from the empty lands where no men are
From the mouths of the Sea the South Wind flies, from the sandhills and the stones
The wailing of the gulls it bears, and at the gate it moans
‘What news from the South, O sighing wind, do you bring to me at eve?
Where now is Boromir the Fair? He tarries and I grieve
‘Ask not of me where he doth dwell – so many bones there lie
On the white shores and the dark shores under the stormy sky
So many have passed down Anduin to find the flowing Sea
Ask of the North Wind news of them the North Wind sends to me!’
O Boromir! Beyond the gate the seaward roads runs south
But you came not with the wailing gulls from the grey sea’s mouth
From the Gate of the Kings the North Wind rides, and past the roaring falls
And clear and cold about the tower its loud horn calls
What news from the North, O mighty wind, do you bring to me today?
What news of Boromir the bold? For he is long away
Beneath Amon Hen I heard his cry. There many foes he fought
His cloven shield, his broken sword, they to the water brought
His head so proud, his face so fair, his limbs they laid to rest
And Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, bore him upon its breast
‘O Boromir! The Tower of Guard shall ever northward gaze
To Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, until the end of days