The Ring of Hope Marc Gunn

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

Oh 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 thе kids all sit around my Bag End home
And I tell stories to thеm, 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

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