Treading softly, treading lightly
Danced a maiden young and sprightly.
Lalaith she was called, Laughter in our tongue;
Upon the grass she twirled and sung.
But though fair as an elven lass she was,
Her life was not as long:
For the Evil Breath cut short the laughter and the song.
Lalaith! Lalaith! Laughter in this house is ended!
And sorrow has begun which shall never be amended!
Danced a maiden young and sprightly.
Lalaith she was called, Laughter in our tongue;
Upon the grass she twirled and sung.
But though fair as an elven lass she was,
Her life was not as long:
For the Evil Breath cut short the laughter and the song.
Lalaith! Lalaith! Laughter in this house is ended!
And sorrow has begun which shall never be amended!
