1. ELRENN AND ENDERETH
In faerie forest 'neath the moon
As silver stars hung shimmering
There danced the lovely Endereth
As light in shadows glimmering
A nightingale did sing its song
From a lofty oaken tower
Her gown the moon made milky white
As starlight seemed to shower
To make a helm of diamond light
Fit for an elven princess
The night did weave a starry crown
To grace her golden tresses
On that night fair Elrenn strode
With armor made of sunlight
The shadows fled before his feet
To make the very air bright
The Elven blade Anoniel
Was hung upon his side
His shield was forged by Dwarven hands
And made of Dragon hide
Elrenn was a warrior proud
Who'd wandered long and weary
Into the Elven glade he crept
To see a vision eerie
He beheld fair Endereth
And heard the nightbird calling
Her beauty snared him as with chains
His heart for her was falling
Endereth did make a spell
To draw proud Elrenn to her
He caught her up in mighty arms
To hold her fast and woo her
Then dancing there in Elven wood
Twain, for a time were one
Both night and day the moon and sun
As spells about them spun
2. THE OLD TROLL
Beneath a bridge on the eastern road
And not too far from Bree
The Old Troll hides and waits for you
He'll drink your blood for tea!
He'll grind your skull to make a stew
And if there's anything left of you
The wolves will feast upon your bones
The birds'll have the rest
Hi Ho and Hey Diddle-Dee
Just beyond the town of Bree
Tarry there and you may see
The Old Troll make his supper
If ya ever travel east
I'm sure he'd like to meet'cha
He'll share with you a heady brew
And then he'll try to eat'cha
Dwarves he thinks a dainty treat
Men he likes the most to eat
Hobbits he would love to try
But he can never catch 'em
Hi Ho and Hey Diddle-Dee
Just beyond the town of Bree
Tarry there and you may see
The Old Troll make his supper
3. THE OLD TROLL AND THE MAIDEN
TThe old Troll sat beneath the bridge
And waited out the hours
He dreamed of pretty princesses
And white and lofty towers
He longed to eat the sweetest treat
And one he’d never tasted
A maiden fair beyond compare
Spiced and nicely basted
A maiden dear was walking near
Out in the nighttime chilling
This lovely lass, she held no fear
Of trolls and all their killing
A fairer maid he’d never seen
Far too fair for grilling
instead he thought to ask a dance
To see if she were willing
Chorus:
A yimmering, a yammering
A beating and a clamoring
So hard his heart was hammering
He feared for his own life
A yimmering, a yammering
While stammering and glamoring
He found her so enamoring
He never saw the knife
The knife? The knife. The knife!
He never saw the knife!
For her bodice so revealing
It sent his head a reeling
her hem so high, unto her thigh
It caused an eerie feeling
One that Troll was most unsure of
He’d never known before
He should be done with his first course
And heading back for more
For Troll had never been in love
What was Troll thinking of
He’d never eat this dainty girl
As pretty as a dove
So they danced the night away
And soon the break of day
Was coming fast when then our lass
Decided not to stay
Chorus
She’d had enough of making bluff
The Troll would soon grow wary
Or even worse, and such a curse
He’d ask for her to marry
And so her knife was brought to bear
She snuck up form behind
But Trolls are thick and knives don’t stick
As she was soon to find
The cock did crow, the sun did glow
A curse upon his kind
He held her tight in meaty arms
For stone was sure to bind
And to her shock he turned to rock
As daybreak fell anew
She screamed and fought to free herself
Which she was not to do
Chorus
A statue stands in yonder wood
Though not a statue really
The summer sun shines over it
The winter wind blows chilling
Beneath its shadow lying there
A knife and bits of bone
Thus Troll and lady pass the years
Together yet alone
Chorus
4. DWARF AND ORC
Orc was crouched on the cavern floor
And kept an eye on the oaken door
For many a night he'd watched it close
To see who might appear.
Oh dear! See him leer?
He's clutching a mighty spear!
Orc was guarding a mighty stash
And any who'd come he'd have to slash
For stacked on high in the cavern behind
Were kegs of goblin beer
Oh dear! To his rear
The Goblin King kept all his beer!
Dwarf was thirsty as he crawled
To the oaken door on the cliff face wall
His nose had caught the scent of ale
Oh what a sweet sensation.
Elation! Fixation!
He's found the Goblin's libation.
Chorus:
Dwarf and Orc
A battle not worth telling
Spear or cork
With which should ye be assailing
Just pop a dwarf on the head with a cork
And see if his axe don't sing!
Just take that axe upon yer skull
And see if yer head don't ring!
With his axe he smote the place
But no surprise on the Goblin's face
Whilst guarding he'd just helped himself
And drank all the Goblin King's brew
Oh boo! What to do?
He's got himself into a stew!
The door came crashing in on Orc
Who'd traded his spear for a beer to uncork
His drunken smile was soon replaced
As Dwarven axe did cleave that face
What a case - of disgrace
The dwarf was king of the place
So in the dark he felt around
But nothing intact was to be found
The bottles smashed, the kegs all dry
The Orc had drunk the lot
Found it not! Such a sot!
And deserving of what he had got!
Chorus:
Dwarf and Orc
A battle not worth telling
Spear or cork
With which should ye be assailing
Just pop a dwarf on the head with a cork
And see if his axe don't sing!
Just take that axe upon yer skull
And see if yer head don't ring!
5. THE KING'S BEER
I've got no use for dragons,
I've got no use for swords
I'll never make a wordy toast
To a table full of lords
Of pearls and opals give me none
of rubies red as fire,
the beer at The Prancing Pony
is all that I desire.
Chorus:
Some kings may sip from a cup of gold
But a wooden mug is all I'll hold!
To drink the dainty mead of kings
I never did aspire!
The King once marched to Morannon Gate
With an army proud and fair,
To take the war of Mordor
To the Dark Lord's very lair.
And when at last the day was won
A new age for the world begun
And Butterbur made his finest brew,
There never was a better!
The hour late, my thirst was great
the crowd began to sing.
But all grew quiet, for what a sight
when in there walked the King!
A round he bought for the happy throng
And then the King began a song.
He raised his mug of beer on high,
And this is what he said...
Chorus:
Some kings may sip from a cup of gold
But a wooden mug is all I'll hold!
To drink the dainty mead of kings
I never did aspire!
6. THE BALLAD OF BALIN LONGBEARD
Well listen now my merry lads
A tale we'll be a-tale'n
About a dwarven-lord of old
We thinks his name was Balin
He sat upon a mound o' gold
And there he grew so very old
His beard so thick it kept 'im warm
And well when he was ailin'
So rich he was but still 'e lacked
One tiny single gem
A pearl 'e wanted for his hoard
'Twould be the death of him!!
He dreamed of pearls both night and day
He vowed that he would have his way
A mountain he would climb for it
An ocean he would swim!
Not far from Balin's home there lived
A tired and ancient dragon
His wings were broke, his fire was spent
His eyes, they were a-saggin'!
But he was known throughout the land
For in his clawed and scaly hand
He clutched a pearl of great renown
And Balin this was naggin'!
The dragon woke one day to find
Old Balin come a-callin'.
So old they were, they tried to fight
But couldn't keep from falling!
The dragon fell upon his sword
While Balin tried to reach the hoard
He tripped upon his beard so great
And crushed beneath the dragon's weight
He ne'er would have his precious pearl
For death you can't be stallin'!!
7. THE MAN IN THE WOOD
The man in the wood had a silver sword
His coat was of green and gray
Without a sound he walked the ground
He’d come a weary way
Alas the night was falling
When up ahead a-calling
Rose such a frightful bawling
He ne’er had heard before
A Halfling lad was camping near
To fish from the streams of the glade
He heard the screech and leapt to reach
His trusty hunting blade
Alas the night was falling
When up ahead a-calling
Rose such a frightful bawling
He ne’er had heard before
The man dashed into the Hobbit camp
The Hobbit clutched his knife
He saw the silver sword now drawn,
Felt threatened for his life
Alas the night was falling
When up ahead a-calling
Rose such a frightful bawling
He ne’er had heard before
This little lad had naught to fear
From the man with the silver sword
Who pushed him back and proudly stood
Like an ancient warrior lord
Alas the night was falling
When up ahead a-calling
Rose such a frightful bawling
He ne’er had heard before
As darkness fell the sound came close
And crashing through the trees
A hooded thing with a golden ring
That’d make your blood to freeze
Alas the night was falling
When up ahead a-calling
Rose such a frightful bawling
He ne’er had heard before
The man in the wood, though fear he felt
Did wield his sword while singing
Of ancient days and mighty ways
His sword with death was stinging
Alas the night was falling
When up ahead a-calling
Rose such a frightful bawling
He ne’er had heard before
The man in the wood, his battle done
Then turned and spoke to the boy
“Back to Bree; away with thee!
And live to know of joy!”
Alas the night was falling
And now with dinner a-calling
The Halfling turned to wave farewell
But the man in the wood was gone
8. MIRKWOOD
A band of merry travelers
When I was but a child
Caught me up and headed off
Into the forest wild
We wandered ‘neath a leafy realm
Where never light had shown
And straying from a well worn path
I found myself alone
The night I heard an elven song
I’d lost the trail and wandered long
But I never lost the memory of
The elven melody
I found myself alone and lost
Where never man had strayed
When somewhere just ahead I heard
The sweetest serenade
Is that a light I see up there
A fire burning bright
Are elven minstrels singing fair
Unto the forest night
But as I blundered towards the sound
Of voices sad and sweet
The light was gone and so the sound
Of voices sad and sweet
Don’t leave me here to pine alone
Come back and sing your song
And maybe you will tarry here
And let me sing along
The night I heard an elven song
I’d lost the trail and wandered long
But I never lost the memory of
The elven melody
9. AS I WALK
As I walk tiredly toward the west
And think of all I’ve seen and done
Fortress tall and cavern deep
Old forest dark, the ocean wide
And climbing up the mountain side
My road then led me further on
So I journeyed westward
As I walk tiredly toward the west
My heart cries out for hearth and home
Familiar faces, friendly smiles
Now all I know is left behind
Until at last one day I’ll find
My road will lead me home once more
To go no more a-questing
Am I to loose my way again?
Never to see your sweet smile my friend?
I’ll search to find you and bring you home once more
My true love
Far away
As I walk tiredly toward the west
My heart cries out for hearth and home
Familiar faces, friendly smiles
Now all I know is left behind
Until at last one day I’ll find
My road will lead me home once more
To go no more a-questing
10. THE LAST SHIP
'Neath these trees
Towering to the sky
I have walked the years
Forest home
I have heard the call
And must say good-bye
Fare thee well
I sail upon the dawn
To another world
That beckons me
Chorus:
Hold to me closer
While you tarry
Here with me
The sea bell is chiming
My ship sets sail
Farewell to thee
Here we stand
Waiting though we know
That the time has come
Call to me in dreams
I will come to you
And we'll walk once more
On this silver shore
Chorus:
Hold to me closer
While you tarry
Here with me
The sea bell is chiming
My ship sets sail
Farewell to thee
11. MITHRANDIR (THIS FADING AGE)
'Neath these leaves of gold
You walk upon the winter
Under branches silver
Reach unto the sky
And though time may gather 'round us
we are young
never touch you while among us
May your sorrow flee you
here be all
be one
Yet he walks a distant land
his mind beyond our reaching
far beneath the mountains cold
we shall never tread
He is lost to us
weary beyond all knowing
and needed now his wisdom
for the trials ahead
'Mid the boughs of Lorien
Sorrow walks today
'Neath the mallorns come to shed
the weariness away
In this place enchanted
lay you down to dream him
Let the singing river
wash away your tears
There's no fear among us
Yet the clouds may gather
We are lords of light
amid this fading age
Yet he walks a distant land
his mind beyond our reaching
far beneath the mountains cold
we shall never tread
He is lost to us
weary beyond all knowing
and needed now his wisdom
for the trials ahead
'Mid the boughs of Lorien
Sorrow walks today
'Neath the mallorns come to shed
the weariness away
12. SWEET GOLDBERRY
Old Tom Bombadil dozed upon the mound
Snored so loud he was heard underground
Dreaming was our Tom of his dearest lady fair
Sweet Goldberry, dressed with flowers in her hair
Sweet Goldberry, fresh as morning dew
To the River Woman’s daughter I’ll remain forever true
Old Ghost King in the barrow dank was waiting
Chains he was a-rattling while spells he was a making
Old Tom Bombadil had better wake form dreaming
Of the River Daughter, her smile bright and gleaming
Sweet Goldberry, fresh as morning dew
To the River Woman’s daughter I’ll remain forever true
Up rose the Barrow Wight with wicked sword a waving
Up jumped Bombadil who then began a raving
“Go back to your tomb now! Go far away from here!
You’ve woken me from dreaming of my Goldberry dear!”
Sweet Goldberry, fresh as morning dew
To the River Woman’s daughter I’ll remain forever true
Cursed was the Barrow King, no more he’d be a raising
So Tom skipped home to the warm fire a-blazing
Goldberry laughed out loud “Tom, how was your resting?”
She’d heard all the goings on and surely now was jesting!
Sweet Goldberry, fresh as morning dew
To the River Woman’s daughter I’ll remain forever true
13. NO CROWN FOR BALIN
Balin Longbeard was his name
A Dwarf of great renown was he
This rude and nasty Dwarf of fame
‘Twas never known for courtesy
While making wind in crowded rooms
His nose ran constantly
And all good folk found Balin lacked
A single trace of modesty
But Balin was a rich old thing
As many famous bards are known to sing
Though Balin wanted to be king
The Dwarven folk would never hear of it
In fact they showed a fear of it
And sensible were they!
Never mind the Orcs he’d slain
All his victories were in vain
He’d even killed a Troll or two
But a Dwarven crown he ne’er could gain
For Balin was a nasty sort
The people all could smell him
This vile old gent would not relent
For none of them would tell him
But Balin was a rich old thing
As many famous bards are known to sing
Though Balin wanted to be king
The Dwarven folk would never hear of it
In fact they showed a fear of it
And sensible were they!
If he would only take a bath
Then the Dwarves might ease their wrath
He filled the tub, they gathered round
They had to see the aftermath
So bad he smelt the soap did melt
The filth would not come off him
He turned the water black as mud
And so the Dwarves did scoff at him
But Balin was a rich old thing
As many famous bards are known to sing
Though Balin wanted to be king
The Dwarven folk would never hear of it
In fact they showed a fear of it
And sensible were they!
