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Misty Mountains Cold - The Hobbit

The Kilted Heathen

Crow FreyjasmaðR
Also, I don't care what the nay-sayers said about this show, I LOVED it! It made me tear up so many times, especially for all the Harfoot moments!



The sun is fast falling beneath trees of stone,
The light in the tower no longer my home,
Past eyes of pale fire, black sand for my bed,
I trade all I’ve known for the unknown ahead.

Call to me, call to me, lands far away,
For I must now wander this wandering day.
Away I must wander this wandering day.

Of drink I have little and food I have less,
My strength tells me no but the path demands yes,
My legs are so short and the way is so long,
I’ve no rest nor comfort, no comfort but song.

Sing to me, sing to me, lands far away,
Oh, rise up and guide me this wandering day.
Please promise to find me this wandering day.

At last comes their answer through cold and through frost,
That not all who wonder or wander are lost,
No matter the sorrow, no matter the cost,
That not all that wonder or wander are lost.
 

River Sea

Active Member
Also, I don't care what the nay-sayers said about this show, I LOVED it! It made me tear up so many times, especially for all the Harfoot moments!



The sun is fast falling beneath trees of stone,
The light in the tower no longer my home,
Past eyes of pale fire, black sand for my bed,
I trade all I’ve known for the unknown ahead.

Call to me, call to me, lands far away,
For I must now wander this wandering day.
Away I must wander this wandering day.

Of drink I have little and food I have less,
My strength tells me no but the path demands yes,
My legs are so short and the way is so long,
I’ve no rest nor comfort, no comfort but song.

Sing to me, sing to me, lands far away,
Oh, rise up and guide me this wandering day.
Please promise to find me this wandering day.

At last comes their answer through cold and through frost,
That not all who wonder or wander are lost,
No matter the sorrow, no matter the cost,
That not all that wonder or wander are lost.

 
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