Toiling under heavy hearts
Tol Brandir begins to depart
Boromir has passed down Anduin roaring
With songs of lament that goes on pouring
Forth Three Hunters! Your comrades are calling!

The Ringbearer has left for the Nameless land
With the only one companion devoted Sam
Gandalf has fallen under immense shadow
His journey they were not to follow

O where are you going, wanderer?
Where, with your eyes of steel?

You have the glance of a king;
You are tall and proud.

Dark is your hair, flecked with grey,
Yet your step is youthful.

A great sword is girded at your waist
And a ring is on your hand.

Your clothes are stained with battle and war,
And many travels.

I wish you could tell me all your tales

There's a certain book that I want you to see
For I know that you're simply dying to read
Of Boromir, brave-hearted, though he was weak,
Aragorn, called Strider, born to be king,
Merry the hobbit, and Pippin his friend,
Samwise Gamgee, faithful to the end,
Gandalf the wizard, lost but then found,
Eomer and Eowyn (just one was crowned),
Legolas Greenleaf, who had bow but no sword,