Stars that are black and star that are silver,
Argent light that trembles and shivers,
Lift now the soul of one* who died
As he did, whose spirit has sighed
Many a time on Arcadian earth.
May he know the joy of mirth
In the vault of the stars
Where all things are
Elwenish and full in beauty.
Dance and sing away
The endless nights and days.
Soar and turn with the night,
And maybe, in the illumination of starlight,
He can find his way
To the ancient days
When such things as evil were never here,
When the stars and the night flew without fear.

Elwensong carries the stars in their trackless path.
Our spirits rejoice in the night.
The heavens hold us in shining bath.
We survive on stardark and starlight.
Lift now the one who lived
By the stars' life-giving gift.
May the firmament hold his name,
And his spirit dance in silver flame.

*The number of people the song is sung for, and their gender, will dictate the pronouns used.