Tom Bombadil

Hey! Come merry dol! derry dol! Me darling!
Light goes the weather-wind and the feathered starling
Down along under Hill, shining in the sunlight
Waiting on the doorstep for the cold starlight
There my pretty lady is, River-woman's daughter
Slender as the willow wand, clearer than the water
Old Tom Bombadil water-lillies bringing
Comes hopping home again, can you hear him singing?
Hey! Come merry dol! derry dol! and merry-o
Goldberry, Goldberry, merry yellow berry-o
Poor old Willow-man you tuck your roots away
Tom's in a hurry now, evening will follow day
Tom's going home again water-lillies bringing
Hey! Come derry dol! Can you hear me singing?