19. Shireward Bound
Author's note:
Sung by Sam Gamgee, written by the duo of Saruman and Glorfindel. Based on "Homeward Bound," by Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel.
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I'm sitting in the Ephel Dúath
Got a half-hour to the end of my watch.
On a tour of Mordor's sights, my pans and rope are packed up tight,
And every day and every night I watch and then my thoughts take flight.
Shireward bound,
I wish I was
Shireward bound,
Shire, where the Gaffer's snoring,
Shire, where the roots are growing,
Shire, where my Rosie's waiting
Patiently for me.
Every day's a deadly dream
Of rock and waste and "are we seen."
And each league looks the same to me, the barren earth is all I see,
Though Mister Frodo's guiding me I know we both would rather be
Shireward bound,
I wish I was
Shireward bound,
Shire, where the Gaffer's snoring,
Shire, where the roots are growing,
Shire, where my Rosie's waiting
Patiently for me.
Tonight I'll munch lembas again
For Frodo's sake I will pretend.
But in the dark I cannot see and panic may take over me
Like water cold and silently might rise and start a'drowning me.
Shireward bound,
I wish I was
Shireward bound,
Shire, where the Gaffer's snoring,
Shire, where the roots are growing,
Shire, where my Rosie's waiting
Patiently for me.
Patiently for me.
Sung by Sam Gamgee, written by the duo of Saruman and Glorfindel. Based on "Homeward Bound," by Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel.
*******
I'm sitting in the Ephel Dúath
Got a half-hour to the end of my watch.
On a tour of Mordor's sights, my pans and rope are packed up tight,
And every day and every night I watch and then my thoughts take flight.
Shireward bound,
I wish I was
Shireward bound,
Shire, where the Gaffer's snoring,
Shire, where the roots are growing,
Shire, where my Rosie's waiting
Patiently for me.
Every day's a deadly dream
Of rock and waste and "are we seen."
And each league looks the same to me, the barren earth is all I see,
Though Mister Frodo's guiding me I know we both would rather be
Shireward bound,
I wish I was
Shireward bound,
Shire, where the Gaffer's snoring,
Shire, where the roots are growing,
Shire, where my Rosie's waiting
Patiently for me.
Tonight I'll munch lembas again
For Frodo's sake I will pretend.
But in the dark I cannot see and panic may take over me
Like water cold and silently might rise and start a'drowning me.
Shireward bound,
I wish I was
Shireward bound,
Shire, where the Gaffer's snoring,
Shire, where the roots are growing,
Shire, where my Rosie's waiting
Patiently for me.
Patiently for me.
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