'Fair Shire Wood'
Hear my song in fair Shire wood,
There's an age old tale to be sung,
Happiness is here in fair Shire wood,
Dancing endlessly under the warm sun.
A Hobbit is under the old oaken trees,
Watching a leaf dance in the soft breeze,
Breathe in the flowers, happy and at ease,
The slow buzzing motion of dancing bees.
I give you a song from the fair Shire wood,
A song to enchant and to delight,
Crops sowing and reaping in the fields,
The lyric of this life at its height.
Join in the dance of fair Shire wood,
Cast off your sadness and woes if you dare,
Life is so sweet in fair Shire wood,
Far from all hurry, sorrows and care.
Hold high a mug in hobbity style,
Drink deep of fair Shire wood wine,
Wet your soul in wildwood nectar,
So honey sweet from Shire vine.
Hear ye the music of fair Shire wood,
Dance like the hobbit on free dancing feet
Ye shall be happy forever in fair Shire wood,
One with the hobbit earth's heartbeat.
from the Hobbit Heart's Stories Songs And Poems