Look at all the little hobbits
Wandering round their shire green
Talking vaguely with the neighbours
Let me tell you where they�ll soon have seen
That one there is a Brandybuck
He�ll travel out with the carrier of the ring
And the one nearby is a Took.
You can tell him by his silly grin
They�ll travel alongside a Baggins
At least up to Amon Hen
Where the orcs will carry them out to fangorn
You can hardly believe that this will be them!
For now they live here, so content
Happy to watch the sun rise and set
And go out to the Green Dragon for a beer
Until their destiny is met!
Out to the grey havens they go
The elders of the eldest race
Oh elves are leaving for far off shores
Leaving middle earth in their grace
But always I am left behind
Treading through the dying woods
Paceing steps I�ve paced before
Going places no mortal can
How I long to walk along the shore
And sing to the sea in elven tones
But that road is barred from me
As I wander through these ancient stones.