[Verse 1]
C G F G Am
Through Rohan over fen and field where the long grass grows
G F G Am
The West Wind comes walking, and about the walls it goes.
F Am C F
‘What news from the West, O wandering wind, do you bring to me tonight?
Am G Am
Have you seen Boromir the Tall by moon or by starlight?
G Dm Am Dm
‘I saw him ride over seven streams, over waters wide and grey,
Am G F Dm G Am
I saw him walk in empty lands until he passed away
F Am G F
Into the shadows of the North, I saw him then no more.
Am G Am
The North Wind may have heard the horn of the son of Denethor,
F Am G F
‘O Boromir! From the high walls westward I looked afar,
Am G Am
But you came not from the empty lands where no men are.’
[Verse 2]
F Am G Dm C Dm
From the mouths of the Sea the South Wind flies, from the sandhills and the stones,
Am G F Dm G Am
The wailing of the gulls it bears, and at the gate it moans.
F Am G F
‘What news from the South, O sighing wind, do you bring to me at eve?
Am G Am
Where now is Boromir the Fair? He tarries and I grieve.
G Dm Am Dm
‘Ask not of me where he doth dwell – so many bones there lie,
Am G F Dm G Am
On the white shores and the dark shores under the stormy sky,
F Am G F
So many have passed down Anduin to find the flowing Sea.
Am G Am
Ask of the North Wind news of them the North Wind sends to me!’
F Am G F
‘O Boromir! Beyond the gate the seaward roads runs south,
Am G Am F
But you came not with the wailing gulls from the grey sea’s mouth’.
[Verse 3]
Am G Dm Am Dm
From the Gate of the Kings the North Wind rides, and past the roaring falls,
Am G F Dm G Am
And clear and cold about the tower its loud horn calls.
F Am G F
‘What news from the North, O mighty wind, do you bring to me today?
Am G Am
What news of Boromir the bold? For he is long away.’
G Dm C Dm
‘Beneath Amon Hen I heard his cry. Many foes he fought,
Am G F Dm G Am
His cloven shield, his broken sword, they to the water brought.
F Am G F
His head so proud, his face so fair, his limbs they laid to rest,
Am G Am
And Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, bore him upon its breast.
F Am G F
‘O Boromir! The Tower of Guard shall ever northward gaze,
Am G Am
To Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, until the end of days.
