This is a song by the Russian band Caprice. They have sung many songs from the LOTR books. This is the song which Aragorn sang in book. Caprice have sung just a part of it. Here is the song Tolkien wrote: The leaves were long, the grass was green, The hemlock-umbels tall and fair, And in the glade a light was seen Of stars in shadow shimmering. Tinuviel was dancing there To music of a pipe unseen, And light of stars was in her hair, And in her raiment glimmering. There Beren came from mountains cold, And lost he wandered under leaves, And where the Elven-river rolled. He walked along and sorrowing. He peered between the hemlock-leaves And saw in wonder flowers of gold Upon her mantle and her sleeves, And her hair like shadow following. Enchantment healed his weary feet That over hills were doomed to roam; And forth he hastened, strong and fleet, And grasped at moonbeams glistening. Through woven woods in Elvenhome She lightly fled on dancing feet, And left him lonely still to roam In the silent forest listening. He heard there oft the flying sound Of feet as light as linden-leaves, Or music welling underground, In hidden hollows quavering. Now withered lay the hemlock-sheaves, And one by one with sighing sound Whispering fell the beechen leaves In the wintry woodland wavering. He sought her ever, wandering far Where leaves of years were thickly strewn, By light of moon and ray of star In frosty heavens shivering. Her mantle glinted in the moon, As on a hill-top high and far She danced, and at her feet was strewn A mist of silver quivering. When winter passed, she came again, And her song released the sudden spring, Like rising lark, and falling rain, And melting water bubbling. He saw the elven-flowers spring About her feet, and healed again He longed by her to dance and sing Upon the grass untroubling. Again she fled, but swift he came. Tinuviel! Tinuviel! He called her by her elvish name; And there she halted listening. One moment stood she, and a spell His voice laid on her: Beren came, And doom fell on Tinuviel That in his arms lay glistening. As Beren looked into her eyes Within the shadows of her hair, The trembling starlight of the skies He saw there mirrored shimmering. Tinuviel the elven-fair, Immortal maiden elven-wise, About him cast her shadowy hair And arms like silver glimmering. Long was the way that fate them bore, O'er stony mountains cold and grey, Through halls of iron and darkling door, And woods of nightshade morrowless. The Sundering Seas between them lay, And yet at last they met once more, And long ago they passed away In the forest singing sorrowless. You can read the story in the book "The Silmarillion".

add "&fmt=18" to the URL address at the end, to watch this vid in HQ The song of Lúthien with lyric. ------------------------ lyric and information from: www.geocities.com/magpie930/ ------------------------ Aragorn (Viggo Mortensen) sings this song in the 1st part of the Lord of the Rings trilogy. This scene appears only in the "Special Extended Edition" of the movie. part of the track "The Nazgûl" from the Complete Recordings - The Fellowship of the Ring. Tinúviel elvanui Tinúviel the elven fair, Elleth alfirin ethelhael Immortal maiden elven-wise, O hon ring finnil fuinui About him cast her shadowy hair A renc gelebrin thiliol. And arms like silver glimmering. "Tinúviel" means Nightingale Here is the song Tolkien wrote: The leaves were long, the grass was green, The hemlock-umbels tall and fair, And in the glade a light was seen Of stars in shadow shimmering. Tinuviel was dancing there To music of a pipe unseen, And light of stars was in her hair, And in her raiment glimmering. There Beren came from mountains cold, And lost he wandered under leaves, And where the Elven-river rolled. He walked along and sorrowing. He peered between the hemlock-leaves And saw in wonder flowers of gold Upon her mantle and her sleeves, And her hair like shadow following. Enchantment healed his weary feet That over hills were doomed to roam; And forth he hastened, strong and fleet, And grasped at moonbeams glistening. Through woven woods in Elvenhome She lightly fled on dancing feet, And left him lonely still to roam In the silent forest listening. He heard there oft the flying sound Of feet as light as linden-leaves, Or music welling underground, In hidden hollows quavering. Now withered lay the hemlock-sheaves, And one by one with sighing sound Whispering fell the beechen leaves In the wintry woodland wavering. He sought her ever, wandering far Where leaves of years were thickly strewn, By light of moon and ray of star In frosty heavens shivering. Her mantle glinted in the moon, As on a hill-top high and far She danced, and at her feet was strewn A mist of silver quivering. When winter passed, she came again, And her song released the sudden spring, Like rising lark, and falling rain, And melting water bubbling. He saw the elven-flowers spring About her feet, and healed again He longed by her to dance and sing Upon the grass untroubling. Again she fled, but swift he came. Tinuviel! Tinuviel! He called her by her elvish name; And there she halted listening. One moment stood she, and a spell His voice laid on her: Beren came, And doom fell on Tinuviel That in his arms lay glistening. As Beren looked into her eyes Within the shadows of her hair, The trembling starlight of the skies He saw there mirrored shimmering. Tinuviel the elven-fair, Immortal maiden elven-wise, About him cast her shadowy hair And arms like silver glimmering. Long was the way that fate them bore, O'er stony mountains cold and grey, Through halls of iron and darkling door, And woods of nightshade morrowless. The Sundering Seas between them lay, And yet at last they met once more, And long ago they passed away In the forest singing sorrowless. You can read the story in the book "The Silmarillion".

The song of Lúthien with lyric. Aragorn (Viggo Mortensen) sings this song in the 1st part of the Lord of the Rings trilogy. This scene appears only in the "Special Extended Edition" of the movie. part of the track "The Nazgûl" from the Complete Recordings - The Fellowship of the Ring. Tinúviel elvanui Tinúviel the elven fair, Elleth alfirin ethelhael Immortal maiden elven-wise, O hon ring finnil fuinui About him cast her shadowy hair A renc gelebrin thiliol. And arms like silver glimmering. "Tinúviel" means Nightingale Here is the song Tolkien wrote: The leaves were long, the grass was green, The hemlock-umbels tall and fair, And in the glade a light was seen Of stars in shadow shimmering. Tinuviel was dancing there To music of a pipe unseen, And light of stars was in her hair, And in her raiment glimmering. There Beren came from mountains cold, And lost he wandered under leaves, And where the Elven-river rolled. He walked along and sorrowing. He peered between the hemlock-leaves And saw in wonder flowers of gold Upon her mantle and her sleeves, And her hair like shadow following. Enchantment healed his weary feet That over hills were doomed to roam; And forth he hastened, strong and fleet, And grasped at moonbeams glistening. Through woven woods in Elvenhome She lightly fled on dancing feet, And left him lonely still to roam In the silent forest listening. He heard there oft the flying sound Of feet as light as linden-leaves, Or music welling underground, In hidden hollows quavering. Now withered lay the hemlock-sheaves, And one by one with sighing sound Whispering fell the beechen leaves In the wintry woodland wavering. He sought her ever, wandering far Where leaves of years were thickly strewn, By light of moon and ray of star In frosty heavens shivering. Her mantle glinted in the moon, As on a hill-top high and far She danced, and at her feet was strewn A mist of silver quivering. When winter passed, she came again, And her song released the sudden spring, Like rising lark, and falling rain, And melting water bubbling. He saw the elven-flowers spring About her feet, and healed again He longed by her to dance and sing Upon the grass untroubling. Again she fled, but swift he came. Tinuviel! Tinuviel! He called her by her elvish name; And there she halted listening. One moment stood she, and a spell His voice laid on her: Beren came, And doom fell on Tinuviel That in his arms lay glistening. As Beren looked into her eyes Within the shadows of her hair, The trembling starlight of the skies He saw there mirrored shimmering. Tinuviel the elven-fair, Immortal maiden elven-wise, About him cast her shadowy hair And arms like silver glimmering. Long was the way that fate them bore, O'er stony mountains cold and grey, Through halls of iron and darkling door, And woods of nightshade morrowless. The Sundering Seas between them lay, And yet at last they met once more, And long ago they passed away In the forest singing sorrowless. You can read the story in the book "The Silmarillion".

English Boys Are Melancholy Is the spark of life always changing? First you see it, then you don't And it's gone Are a million muses there? Locked in your heart, your head Or trapped in still air Chorus English boys are melancholy Always searching for something they never find But don't change your mind English boys are always crying They fall in love a hundred times a week With the girl out of reach We'll find a table somewhere Have a drink and talk 'til it's time to go home Talk of a beautiful world Italian girls on scooters With the wind in their hair You take my heart as you find it You speak the truth and open my eyes until I'm blinded The hours slip away unaware The moments gone, and you're no longer there This song began life about a poet friend of mine who was going through a period of writer's block. I had the words for the second verse and nothing else. Then one boozy Saturday afternoon in Liverpool I got into a conversation that changed and finished the song for me. I was talking to Jean Pownceby and her Irish friend, whose name escapes me for the moment. Sorry. At that time I was involved in the Campaign For Real Ale and we had been on a pub crawl for some reason or other. The crawl finished in The Ship & Mitre in Dale Street, Liverpool where we began to drink one of my favourite beers, Umbel Ale, brewed by the Nethergate brewery of Suffolk, England. Now, the melancholic properties of alcohol are well known but this beer is brewed using coriander spice which has an almost mystical psychological effect and the double whammy of the two began to take its toll. We were talking about homophobia and sexism and I began to talk about the behaviour of some people we knew mutually. The girls didn't believe what I was telling them and Jean's friend began to get irritated with me. Those who know me will readily confirm I'm inclined to a bit of wistful miserablism and it may be this very quality that was irritating Jean's friend rather than what I was actually saying. She shouted me down, told me I was a miserable git who should get a life. I hate that phrase, 'Get a life'. What does it mean? And to quote another of my songs, 'It's alway others who define your emotions while they're going through the motions'. Anyway, the conversation ended at that point and I left reasonably quickly as I began to recognise I'd had too much to drink and was getting annoyed. Not a good combination but generally I'm blessed with an inner switch that tells me to stop drinking and I did. On the train home, I continued to mull over what had been said. I hate it when people don't believe me. I feel a sense of injustice because I never lie but it was the accusation of being miserable for telling the truth that stung the most. Then I began to think about my friend and how people had often said the same about him. This led to the thought of how my relationship with my friend was built around what we said to each other. I think there is a poetry in calling something beautiful when it is beautiful. I also think there's a quality in English men that is the essence of melancholy. Maybe it's the weather. The constant grey. Maybe it's the beauty in calling something sad when it is sad. Maybe it's the truth. Melancholy is not the same as miserable. 'English Boys Are Melancholy' became a statement of solidarity with my gender, culture and friend. Real friends are hard to find and time passing telling the truth is precious. As an added irony in writing the song I was tempted into developing the melody in the style of what I think of as an Irish ballad. Soft Celtic influences. Culturally, I am inclined to the German part of my mixed parentage but I'm just as much Irish as many who claim to be. My name is Cooney after all. The reference to Italian girls on scooters is from an experience on a driving holiday in Italy. As if driving in Italy isn't bad enough in itself there are thousands of young people dressed in their best going out clothes nipping in and out of the gaps between all the cars. Scooters are a fashion accessory there. It's like Mod never went away. No young Italian would be seen dead on scooter without their best clothes on. I personally have never been driven by fashion nor clothes. All that stuff means very little to me but those Italian girls (and boys, I'm sure) were a beautiful sight.

Roxas District Iwas Dengue Clean Up with Brgy. Capt. mar Estrada and Kagawad Mar Lalin and Roxas District Street Sweepers. Video Taken Aug. 30, 2008 at 10AM at the corner of Umbel and Sct. Reyes Streets.

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zyx guitar music An umbrella or parasol (sometimes colloquially, gamp, brolly, or bumbershoot) is a canopy designed to protect against precipitation or sunlight. The term parasol usually refers to an item designed to protect from the sun, and umbrella refers to a device more suited to protect from rain. Often the difference is the material; a parasol would sometimes not be waterproof. Parasols are often meant to be fixed to one point and often used with patio tables or other outdoor furniture, or on the beach for shelter from the sun. Umbrellas are almost exclusively hand-held portable devices; however, parasols can also be hand-held. The word umbrella is from the Latin word umbra, which in turn derives from the Ancient Greek ómvros (όμβρος). Its meaning is shade or shadow. Brolly is a slang word for umbrella, used often in Britain and Australia. Bumbershoot is a fanciful Americanism from the late 19th century Derivation Umbrella is another term for the parasol, which was first used as a protection against the scorching heat of the sun, "para" meaning stop or shield and "sol" meaning sun. The word "umbrella" has evolved from the Latin "umbella" (and "umbel" is a flat-topped rounded flower) or "umbra," meaning "shaded." In Britain, umbrellas are sometimes called "gamps" after the character Mrs Gamp in the Charles Dickens novel, Martin Chuzzlewit, who was known for often carrying an umbrella. History [edit] Middle East In the sculptures Nineveh the parasol appears frequently.[3] Austen Henry Layard gives a picture of a bas-relief representing a king in his chariot, with an attendant holding a parasol over his head.[3] It has a curtain hanging down behind, but is otherwise exactly like those in use today.[3] It is reserved exclusively for the monarch, and is never carried over any other person.[3] In Persia the parasol is repeatedly found in the carved work of Persepolis, and Sir John Malcolm has an article on the subject in his 1815 "History of Persia."[3] In some sculptures, the figure of a king appears attended by a slave, who carries over his head an umbrella, with stretchers and runner complete.[3] In other sculptures on the rock at Takht-i-Bostan, supposed to be not Ancient Egypt In Egypt again, the parasol is found in various shapes. In some instances it is depicted as a flaellum, a fan of palm-leaves or coloured feathers fixed on a long handle, resembling those now carried behind the Pope in processions.[3] Gardiner Wilkinson, in his work on Egypt, has an engraving of an Ethiopian princess travelling through Upper Egypt in a chariot; a kind of umbrella fastened to a stout pole rises in the centre, bearing a close affinity to what are now termed chaise umbrellas.[3] According to Wilkinson's account, the umbrella was generally used throughout Egypt, partly as a mark of distinction, but more on account of its useful than its ornamental qualities.[3] In some paintings on a temple wall, a parasol is held over the figure of a god carried in procession.[3] Ancient Greece In Greece, the parasol was an indispensable adjunct to a lady of fashion. It had also its religious signification. In the Scirophoria, the feast of Athene Sciras, a white parasol was borne by the priestesses of the goddess from the Acropolis to the Phalerus. In the feasts of Dionysius the Umbrella was used, and in an old bas-relief the same god is represented as descending ad inferos with a small Umbrella in his hand. In the Panathenæa, the daughters of the Metceci, or foreign residents, carried Parasols over the heads of Athenian women as a mark of inferiority. Its use seems to have been confined to women. In Pausanias, lib. vii., cap. 22, Section 6. there is a description of a tomb near Pharæ, a Greek city. On the tomb was the figure of a woman, "and by her stood a female slave, bearing a parasol". For a man to carry one was considered a mark of effeminacy (Anacreon, Athenaeus, lib. xii., cap. 46, Section 534.) In addition, Aristophanes seems to mention it among the common articles of female use (Thesmophoriazusae 821). Ancient Rome

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