Old Tom Bombadil is a merry fellow,
Bright blue his jacket is, and his boots are yellow.
None has ever caught him yet, for Tom, he is the master:
His songs are stronger songs, and his feet are faster.
Get out, you old Wight! Vanish in the sunlight!
Shrivel like the cold mist, like the winds go wailing,
Out into the barren lands far beyond the mountains!
Come never here again! Leave your barrow empty!
Lost and forgotten be, darker than the darkness.
Where gates stand for ever shut, till the world is mended.
Wake now my merry lads! Wake and hear me calling!
Warm now be heart and limb! The cold stone is fallen;
Dark door is standing wide; dead hand is broken.
Night under Night is flown, and the Gate is open!
Tom’s country ends here: he will not pass the borders.
Tom has his house to mind, and Goldberry is waiting!
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- Verse of the Rings (II - ..
- Song of the Elves Beyond ..
- Ents' Marching Song
- Galadriel's Messages
- Song of Eärendil
- Song of Durin
- Tom Bombadil's Song (III)..
- Wight's Chant
- Ho! Tom Bombadil (II)
- Tom Bombadil's Song (IV)
- Burial Song of Théoden