Golberry brings her smile, news is carried by the dove
Turn to the sundial, and call the rhyme
It is the time for love
Ents in your leaves of fall, Treebeard whistle us a tune
"Hoom, Hoom, Hoom, Did you call?"
Won't you come tonight, we are inviting you.
Hear the drum fife and bell
There's a concert at Rivendell
As the Piper dances all around you
Sing to the sound - the lost is found
Drift in the conversation
Laugh by the light of Durin's Day
And join the celebration
Here in the grand event, Looking forward to the day
There is the Moon Man floating ever on
The tip of dawn away
There's a song for the ride
There's a bridge to the other side
Behold all that you remember
Then one day - you turn to say
The words of an invitation
Shining star you've come so far
Join the celebration
In your dreams you can be the simplifier
Come with me and I'll take you to the Shire
All we need are more children of the fantasy
And in the end we will polish off the 'pipeweed'
And if the elves are near, pass around a cup of 'brew'
Laugh as their heads appear from behind a nook
To get a look at you . . .
Let the word be sung
Come and join the celebration. . .
Writer(s): Gene Fields, Paul Henry, Richard Hill
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