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All That Is Gold
Aragorn|s Song
Attercop!
The Barrow-wight's Song
The Bath Song
Chip the Glasses, Crack the Plates
O Elberth! Gilthoniel!
Galadriel's Message
The Lord of the Rings
Luthien Tinuviel
Roads Go Ever On
The King Returns
Lament for Boromir




All That Is Gold...

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not  all those  who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does  not wither,
Deep roots  are not reached by the frost.
From  the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A  light from the shadows shall  spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was  broken,
The crownless  again shall be king.
Nahoru

 
Aragorn's Song 

Gondor! Gondor, between the Mountains  and the  Sea!
West Wind blew there; the light upon the Silver  Tree
Fell like bright  rain in gardens of the Kings of old.
O  proud walls! White towers! O wingéd  crone and throne of gold!
O  Gondor, Gondor! Shall Men behold the Silver  Tree,
Or West Wind  blow again between the Mountains and the  Sea?
Nahoru

 
Attercop!  

Old fat spider spinning in a tree!
Old  fat spider  can't see me!
Attercop! Attercop!
Won't you stop,
Stop  your spinning  and look at me!

Old Tomnoddy, all big body,
Old  Tomnoddy can't spy  me!
Attercop! Attercop!
Down you drop!
You'll  never catch me up your  tree!

Lazy Lob and crazy Cob
are  weaving webs to wind me.
I am far  more sweet than other meat,
but  still the cannot find me!

Here am I,  naughty little fly;
you  are fat and lazy.
You cannot trap me, though you  try,
in  your cobwebs crazy.
Nahoru

 
The Barrow-wight's Song

Cold be hand and heart and bone,
and  cold be sleep  under stone:
never more to wake on stony bed.
never,  till the Sun fails  and the Moon is dead.
In the black wind  the stars shall die,
and still on  gold here let them lie;
till  the dark lord lifts his hand
over dead sea  and withered land.
Nahoru

 
The Bath Song

Sing hey! For the bath at close of day
that  washes  the weary mud away!
A loon is he who 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!
Nahoru

 
Chip the Glasses, Crack the Plates

Chip the glasses and crack the plates!
Blunt  the  knives and bend the forks!
Thats what Bilbo Baggins hates-
Smash  the  bottles and burn the corks!

Cut the cloth and tread  on the fat!
Pour  the milk on the pantry floor!
Leave the  bones on the bedroom mat!
Splash  the wine on every door!

Dump  the crocks in a boiling bowl;
Pound them  with a thumping pole;
And  when you've finished, if any are whole,
Send  them down the  hall to roll!

That's what Bilbo Baggins hates!
So,  carefully!  Carefully with the plates!
Nahoru

 
O Elberth! Gilthoniel!

Snow-white! Snow-white! O Lady clear!
O  Queen  beyond the Western seas!
O Light to us that wander here
Amid  the world of  woven trees!

Gilthoniel! O Elbereth!
Clear  are thy eyes and bright thy  breath!
Snow-white! Snow-white!  We sing to thee
In a far land beyond the  sea.

O stars  that in the Sunless year
With shining hand by her were  sown,
In  windy fields now bright and clear
We see your silver blossom  blown!

O Elbereth! Gilthoniel!
We still remember, we  who dwell
In  this far land beneath the trees,
Thy starlight  on the Western  Seas.
Nahoru

 
Galadriel's Message

To Aragorn:
Where now are  the Dúneadain,  Elessar, Elessar?
Why do thy kinsfolk wander  afar?
Near is the hour when  the Lost should come forth,
And  the Grey Company ride from the North.
But  dark is the path  appointed for thee:
The Dead watch the road that leads to  the  Sea.

To Legolas:
Legolas Greenleaf long under  tree
In  joy thou hast lived. Beware of the Sea!
If thou  hearest the cry of the gull  on the shore,
Thy heart shall then  rest in the forest no more.
Nahoru

 
The Lord of the Rings

Three Rings for the Elven -kings under  the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine  for the Mortal  Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on  his dark throne.
In the Land  of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
One  Ring to rule tham all, One Ring to find  them,
One Ring to bring  them all and in the darkness bind them.
In the  Land of Mordor  where the Shadows lie.
Nahoru

 
Luthien Tinuviel

The leaves were long, the grass was green,
The  hemlock-umbels tall and fair,
And in the glade a light was  seen
Of stars  in shadow shimmering.
Tinuviel was dancing  there
To music of a pipe  unseen,
And light of stars was  in her hair,
And in her rainment  glimmering.

There Beren  came from mountains cold.
And lost he wandered  under leaves,
And  where the Elven-river rolled
He walked alone and  sorrowing.
He  peered between the hemlock-leaves
And saw in wonder flowers  of  gold
Upon her mantle and her sleeves,
And her hair like shadow  following.

Enchantment healed his weary feet
That over  hills were  doomed to roam;
And forth he hastened, strong and  fleet,
And grasped at  moonbeams glistening.
Through woven  woods in Elvenhome
She lightly fled on  dancing feet,
And  left him lonely still to roam
In the silent forest  listening.

He  heard there oft the flying sound
Of feet as light as  linden-leaves,
Or  music welling underground,
In hidden hollows  quavering.
Now  whithered lay the hemlock-sheaves,
And one by one with  sighing  sound
Whispering fell the beachen leaves
In wintry woodland  wavering.

He sought her ever, wandering far
Where leaves  of years were  thickly strewn,
By light of moon and ray of star
In  frosty heavens  shivering.
Her mantle glinted in the moon,
As  on a hill-top high and  far
She danced, and at her feet was  strewn
A mist of silver  quivering.

When winter passed,  she came again,
And her song released  the sudden spring,
Like  rising lark, and falling rain,
And melting water  bubbling.
He  saw the elven-flowers spring
About her feet, and healed  again
He  longed by her to dance and sing
Upon the grass  untroubling.

Again  she fled, but swift he came,
Within the shadows of  her hair,
The  trembling starlight of the skies
He saw there mirrored  shimmering.
Tinuviel  the elven-fair,
Immortal maiden elven-wise,
About  him cast  her shadowy hair
And arms like silver glimmering.

Long  was  the way that fate them bore,
O'er stony mountains cold  and grey,
Through  halls of iron and darkling door,
And woods  of nightshade morrowless.
The  Sundering Seas between them lay,
And  yet at last they met once more,
And  long ago they passed away
In  the forest singing sorrowless.
Nahoru

 
Roads Go Ever On

Roads go ever ever on,
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 knows.
Roads Go Ever On
Roads go ever ever on,
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 knows.
Nahoru

 
The King Returns

The King beneath the mountains,
The  king of carven  stone,
The lord of silver fountains
Shall  come into his own!

His  crown shall be upholden,
His  harp shall be restrung,
His halls shall echo  golden
To songs  of yore re-sung.

The woods shall wave on  mountains.
And  grass beneath the sun;
His wealth shall flow in  fountains
And  the rivers golden run.

The Streams shall run in  gladness.
The  lakes shall shine and burn,
And sorrow fail and  sadness
At  the Mountain-king's return!
Nahoru

 
Lament for Boromir

Aragorn:
Through Rohan over  fen and field  where the long grass grows
The West Wind comes  walking, and about the wall it  goes.
"What news from the West,  O Wandering wind, do you bring to me  tonight?
Have you seen  Boromir the Tall by moon or by starlight?"
"I saw  him ride  over seven streams, over water wide and grey;
I saw him walk  in  empty lands, until he passed away
Into the shadows of the  North. i saw him  then no more.
The North Wind may have heard  the horn of the son of  Denethor."
"O Boromir! From the high  walls westward I looked afar
But you  came not from the empty  lands where no men  are."

Legolas:
From the  mouths of the Sea the South Wind  flies, from the sandhills and  the stones;
The wailing of the gulls it bears,  and at the gate  it moans.
"What news from the South, O singing wind, do you  bring  me at eve?
Where now is Boromir the Fair? He tarries and i  grieve."
"Ask  not of me where he doth dwell - so many bones there lie
On  the  white shores and the dark shores under the stormy sky;
So many  have  passed down the Anduin to find the flowing Sea.
Ask of  the North Wind news of  them the North Wind sends to me!"
"  O Boromir! came not with the wailing  gulls from the grey sea's  mouth."

Aragorn:
From the Gate of  the Kings  the North Wind rides, and past the roaring falls;
And clear and  cold about the tower its load horn calls.
"What news from the  North, O mighty  wind, do you bring to me today?
What news of  Boromir the Bold? For he is long  away."
"Beneath Amon Hen I  heard his cry. There many foes he fought.
His  cloven shield,  his broken swordm they do the water brought.
His head so  proud,  his face so fair, his limbs they laid to rest;
And Rauros, golden  Rauros-falls, bore him upon his breasts."
"O Boromir! The Tower  of Guard  shall ever northward gaze
To Rauros, golden Rauros-falls,  until the end of  days."
Nahoru