When Olórin the spirit was driven home
through smoke and eternity
by his war with the demon of flame
sent back in greatest need

Seeking familiar roads
with strange memories and sounds
Gandalf White walks in forests green

He fell in Morias mines
and the memory of his parting words
were forever in their hearts

But now the veil of sorrow lifts
from their eyes by the sound
of a voice they once knew
he met the three hunters among the trees

Olórin seeks his shape
and slowly reforms again
slowly he becomes their friend
a leader in shining white

His laughter gives them hope
and victory guides his steps
for in the weave of fate threads are made
unknown to wizard and man

When Olórin came back
hope returned to heart and mind
and their hunt made easy
by the sound of his voice
when they met in the forest
while the ents go to war