A tale can start in many ways
From the forest calm, a campfire glows
In the silent night of rain and cold
A wanderer tells a story

Fiery jaws and sharpened teeth
A warden made of evil kind
With his cold blood and hardened scales
He stared at me face to face

A Journey There and Back Again
That’s what is told in Hobbit’s tales
Indelible black on paper white
This venture won’t be forgotten

Those were not his final rhymes
That story of a burglar far from home
From the silent shire he came along
With a fellowship of dwarves

For the dwarves we have come from far abroad
Curses veil the halls
Rain of fire in the dark cancels the night
Rise or fall it’s your own fate

Keep the ring, face the fear
Hold the tears that home is far away
Live the pages of a story and you’ll never die
The green hills flourish
In a land that calls from far away
Turn your sight to the horizon
When the morn shines again

Many days and many nights
Awake beside the campfire’s glow
With the hope of seeing the morning light
And finally your destination

A Journey There and Back Again
That’s what is told in Hobbit’s tales
Instill bravery in the youngest hearts
Destroying their desperation

For the dwarves we have come from far abroad
To the throne of our ancestry
We’re marching on
Straight, on and on

Earth is calling
Down through the mountains
Like a stream to the valley
Gathers us all
The green hills flourish
Even stars shine forth anew
The last hope for a new world
Strong will rise

Keep the ring, face the fear
Hold the tears that home is far away
Live the pages of a story and you’ll never die
The green hills flourish
In a land that calls from far away
Turn your sight to the horizon
When the morn shines again