The Ring of Hope
Words and music Marc Gunn, Sept 2002
As I
read LOTR, I've taken notes of cool things to write about for our Memories of Middle Earth CD. One idea was a song about the pipe smoke (like Old Toby and Southern
Star) that Tolkien begins with in Fellowship
of the Ring. As I developed the story, the song took on a life
of it's own. It's about Frodo's trusty companion Sam Gamgee, who loves
his master. His only connection to Frodo after Frodo sails across
the sea is the pipe weed and smoke rings he blows with it, like the
ring that became a painful part of Frodo's final days on Middle-Earth.
When
I was young, I'd sit around Bag End with Bilbo.
Singing songs and tales about the Elves of Old.
While we smoked our Southern Star.
A leaf of golden par
That transformed the hobbits' life forever more.
O' Gandalf
was exceptional among men.
He mastered the Art, blew smoke-rings and dragons.
But if only he had known
That Bilbo's ring was the one,
He'd never let it corrupt my master's soul.
Let
the West wind blow
My ring of smoke
Over through Mordor
The One Ring of hope.
Now the
kids all sit around my Bag End home.
And I tell stories to them, though not of old.
Well the pipe-weed is still the same.
But my memories are out of frame.
Transformed by my love of Master Frodo.
Let
the West wind blow
My ring of smoke
Over through Mordor
The One Ring of hope.
Now the
ring is gone and my master's sailed to his new home.
And I have no pipe with me for one last smoke.
But I can see the Southern Star
Please take me to where you are.
Before the sadness inside floats away with my smoke.
Let
the West wind blow
My ring of smoke
Over through Mordor
The One Ring of hope.
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