Tune: To Life (Fiddler on the Roof)
by Neneithel
We keep very much to our ways
If there's a table, we'll fill it up,
Ale flows from every cup,
That's how we spend our days.
You see, we're hobbits,
Not made for the battle or throne
We love our cakes and our merriment
Each of us is a gent,
Kind and fond of our own.
We are not known for heroics
Though we can be stoics when we have to be.
Though the Shire has none of Gondor's fire
We meet a true threat with ferocity.
The dreams of our hearts may be homely,
No golden hoards whisper our names
We want a garden, a plot of land
That we can work by hand
Friends to join in our games.
But what you must remember
Is hobbits will not let folk down.
If there's a battle we have to win
Though it cost us our skin
To gain Strider his crown.
We do not question
What's in it for us or our kind.
If a friend calls we don't walk away
We'd rather die to stay
Faithful of heart and mind,
Though we can be stoics when we have to be.
Though the Shire has none of Gondor's fire
We meet a true threat with ferocity.
We're hobbits, that means friendly
And faithful to those we love best.
We don't let friends face the dark alone
Even a threat unknown
Cannot stifle the heart in our breast.
We are not known for heroics
Though we can be stoics when we have to be.
Though the Shire has none of Gondor's fire
We meet a true threat with ferocity.
Hobbit-friend, we love you
We'll stand with you in all danger
Can't treat you like a stranger
We'll hold true to you.
Hobbit-friend, we love you
We'll stand with you in all danger
Can't treat you like a stranger
We'll hold true to you.
May the world be kind to you whatever path you tread.
May your friends remain with you though hope at last seems dead
Hobbit-friend, we love you
We'll stand with you in all danger
Can't treat you like a stranger
We'll hold true to you.
by Bilbo Baggins
by Bilbo Baggins
Over rock and under tree,
By caves where never sun has shone,
By streams that never find the sea;
Over snow by winter sown,
And through the merry flowers of June,
Over grass and over stone,
And under mountains in the moon.
Roads go ever ever on
Under cloud and under star,
Yet feet that wandering have gone
Turn at last to home afar.
Eyes that fire and sword have seen
And horror in the halls of stone
Look at last on meadows green
And trees and hills they long have known.
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.
Revised by Frodo Baggins
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with weary feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.
