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Dreamer's Song
Primula Baggins and her son...
Category: General
Date: 2003-07-27

 


"But what about this Frodo that lives with him?" asked Old Noakes of Bywater.  "Baggins is his name, but he's more than half a Brandybuck, they say.  It beats me why any Baggins of Hobbiton would go looking for a wife away there in Buckland, where folks are so queer."

(JRR Tolkien: from the Lord of the Rings "A Long-Expected Party")

 

When I was but a tiny lass
They all called me fancy-free
They said I'd not an ounce of sense
Or respectability
It's true I was a dreamer
My thoughts were in the clouds
And they shook their heads and wondered if
I'd ever settle down.
 

And I wished on every shooting star
I tried to touch the sky
The others tended earth and roots
But I tried to learn to fly
I climbed into the tallest tress
I swam clear-flowing streams
They all said I'd no common sense
But I knew how to dream....
 

Now here I am with babe in arms
A proper married girl!
And when I held you to my heart
'Twas like I held the world
In all my wild imaginings
I never felt such joy
You are all my dreams come true
My precious baby boy.
 

And we'll wish on  every shooting star
I'll let you touch the sky
Your father tends the cart and plow
But I'll show you how to fly
I'll let you climb the tallest tree
And swim clear-flowing streams
Let your father teach you common sense
I'll teach you how to dream
 
 

Now little lad you may well ask
Why your Dad and I did wed
Why one so staid and sensible
Should invite me to his bed!
Well, your father is my anchor
Lest I drift and can't be found
Dreamers need a bit of earth
To keep them on the ground
 

So we'll wish on every shooting star
I'll let you touch the sky
Your father tends the cart and plow
But I'll show you how to fly
I'll let you climb the tallest tree
And swim clear- flowing streams
Let your father teach you common sense
I'll teach you how to dream
 

And as I watch you, day by day
Grow confident and wise
I know great deeds await you
I can see it in your eyes
And should you drift too far away
So far you can't be found
I hope, like me, you'll find someone
Who can keep you safe and sound...
We dreamers need someone with roots
To keep us on the ground
 

And you'll wish on every shooting star
You'll try to touch the sky
Your father knows his cart and plow
But you'll know how to fly
You'll climb into the tallest trees
And swim clear- flowing streams
Let your father teach you common sense
I'll teach you how to dream...
While others flaunt their common sense
I'll help you learn to dream...

 

 

 

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