Silver Ships of Andilar Townes Van Zandt

Well, of those that sailed the silver ships
From Andilar, I am the last
And the deeds that rang our youthful dreams
It seems shall go undone
Well, north for the shores of Valinor
Our bows and crimson sails were made
And our captains were strong and our lances long
And our liege the holy king

Well, the hills did turn from green to blue
And vanish as on the decks, we watched
But every thought in that noble company
Was forward bound
To the lifeless plains of Valinor
Where reigns the dark and frozen one
And with tongues afire and glorious eyes
We pledged our mission be

Well the clime from mild to bitter ran
And the winds from fair to fierce, did blow
Oath and prayer did turn to thoughts
Of homes left far behind
Longed every man for some glimpse of land
And the host that did await us there
But each new day brought only a sea
And sky of ice and gray