West of the Moon
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Dark Treasure (with audio)
Slowly he drew [the Ring] out. Bilbo put out his hand. But Frodo quickly drew back the Ring. To his distress and amazement he found that he was no longer looking at Bilbo; a shadow seemed to have fallen between them...The music and singing around them seemed to falter, and a silence fell. Bilbo looked quickly at Frodo's face and passed his hand across his eyes.
"I understand now," he said. "Put it away! I am sorry: sorry you have come in for this burden; sorry about everything. Don't adventures ever have an end? I suppose not. Someone else always has to carry on the story."
(JRR Tolkien: from the Lord of the Rings "Many Meetings")
Audio Link Please right click and save! Spare our bandwidth! I'm just an old wanderer At the end of my road In halls and in taverns My tale has been told I once had adventures I saw mountains of gold Now my journey is ending - my time here is through Now I give all my treasures to you And I once thought that I'd live forever In my comfortable home in the hill But my travels and trials are beck'ning to me And I know I have one journey still I was always a bachelor Unattached and carefree My fancies and fables Kept me fine company All my friends and relations Thought me mad as could be You were only a lad but your spirit shone through So I give all my treasures to you And I once thought that I'd live forever In my comfortable home in the hill But my travels and trials are beck'ning to me And I know I have one journey still Midst the clutter and gossip You came into my home You brought prospect and promise No longer alone Old sage and young poet Together we'd roam Ancient songs and strange stories - you'd hear them anew And I'd give all my treasures to you. My treasures were made of old legends My memories written with care My secret was laid on your shoulders To become your burden to bear I left you all my possessions My home and my land I left no explanation I hoped you'd understand I left you holding danger In the palm of your hand Blame this old reckless wanderer who never quite knew The dark treasure that he gave to you And I once thought that we'd live forever In our comfortable home in the hill But now travels and trials are beck'ning us on And I think we have one journey still Now our travels and trials are calling us home Together we'll journey on still...