Songs in LOTR

(C) The Lord of the rings 
#middleearthinspired #tolkieninspired

Chapter 1 A LONG-EXPECTED PARTY

then in a low voice, as if to himself, Bilbo sang softly in the dark:

The Road goes ever on and on 

Down from the door where it began. 

Now far ahead the Road has gone, 

And I must follow, if I can, 

Pursuing it with eager feet, 

Until it joins some larger way 

Where many paths and errands meet. 

And whither then? I cannot say.

Chapter 3 THREE IS COMPANY

Upon the hearth the fire is red,

Beneath the roof there is a bed;

But not yet weary are our feet,

Still round the corner we may meet

A sudden tree or standing stone

That none have seen but we alone.

      Tree and flower and leaf and grass,

      Let them pass! Let them pass!

      and water under sky,

      Pass them by! Pass them by!

Still round the corner there may wait

A new road or a secret gate,

And though we pass them by today,

Tomorrow we may come this way

And take the hidden paths that run

Towards the Moon or to the Sun.

      Apple, thorn, and nut and sloe,

      Let them go! Let them go!

      Sand and stone and pool and dell,

      Fare you well! Fare you well!

Home is behind, the world ahead,

And there are many paths to tread

Through shadows to the edge of night,

Until the stars are all alight.

Then world behind and home ahead,

We’ll wander back to home and bed.

      Mist and twilight, cloud and shade,

      Away shall fade! Away shall fade!

      Fire and lamp, and meat and bread,

      And then to bed! And then to bed!

Chapter 4 A SHORT CUT TO MUSHROOMS

Ho! Ho! Ho! to the bottle I go

To heal my heart and drown my woe.

Rain may fall and wind may blow,

And many miles be still to go,

But under a tall tree I will lie,

And let the clouds go sailing by.

Chapter 5 A CONSPIRACY UNMASKED

Sing hey! for the bath at close of day

that washes the weary mud away!

A loon is he that will not sing:

O! Water Hot is a noble thing!

O! Sweet is the sound of falling rain,

and the brook that leaps from hill to plain;

but better than rain or rippling streams

is Water Hot that smokes and steams.

O! Water cold we may pour at need

down a thirsty throat and be glad indeed;

but better is Beer, if drink we lack,

and Water Hot poured down the back.

O! Water is fair that leaps on high

in a fountain white beneath the sky;

but never did fountain sound so sweet

as splashing Hot Water with my feet!