The Breaking Of The Fellowship - New World Orchestra, Howard Shore

When the cold of winter comes,

Starless night will cover day

In the veiling of the sun,

We will walk in bitter rain.

But in dreams,

I can hear your name.

And in dreams,

We will meet again.

When the seas and mountains fall

And we come to end of days,

In the dark I hear a call

Calling me there

I will go there

And back again.