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Hero's Song
"Adventures are for other folk, not for the likes of me..."
Category: General
Date: 2004-03-25

 

"...And I hope my Sam's behaved hisself and given satisfaction?"
"Perfect satisfaction, Mr. Gamgee," said Frodo. "Indeed, if you will believe it, he's now one of the most famous people in all the lands and they are making up songs about his deeds from here to the Sea and beyond the Great River..."
"It takes a lot o' believin," said the gaffer, "though I can see he's been mixing in strange company. What's come of his weskit? I don't hold with wearing ironmongery, whether it wears well or no."

 JRR Tolkien: The Lord of the Rings: The Scouring of the Shire.

My children are all grown and gone
My wife died long ago
I used to be a gardener
Til th' arthritis laid me low
Now I spend my time remembering
And tipping back an ale
And anyone who asks me twice
Is sure to hear a tale.

I worked for the rich folk living
Up on yonder fertile hill
As my father did before me
As our family always will
Well-mannered gracious folk they were
Though some thought them passing strange
With stories by the firelight told
Tales of Elves and Dragons gold
My boy would sit for hours untold
To hear each word again

But adventures are for other folk
Not for the likes o' me
I'm not a one for traveling
No fancy clothes or airs so free
I've lived my life an' kept my place
I know where I belong
'Tis not for me nor for my kin
To sing a hero's song.

My boy he worked right by my side
I taught him all I know
'Bout flowers and trees and roots and seeds
'Bout everything that grows
A chip off the old block, they said
A gardener through and through
But his head was filled with half-heard dreams
Clouds and ships and mountains green
Though I told him that's for folks o' means
Not for the likes of you!

Adventures are for other folk
Not for the likes o' thee
Ye're not be one for traveling
No fancy clothes or airs so free
Just live yer life an' keep yer place
And know where ye belong
It's not for you, a back row boy
To know a hero's song!


Talk of war and evil times
Strangers in our land
Took my boy away from me
A dangerous journey planned
I guess he thought he'd get to see
His fairy-tales come true
Though he left with n'er a word to me
Left in darkness, secretly
Follow'd his Master faithfully
A promise he'd see through

Oh, adventures are for other folk
Not for the likes o' me
I'm not a one for traveling
No fancy clothes or airs so free
I've lived my life an' kept my place
I know where I belong
So who'd have thought my own dear boy
Would hear a hero's song?


My boy returned not long ago
With warrior's sword and shield
I had to wipe away my eyes
Afore I knew 'twas real
His Master said my boy had served
With brave and loyal heart
And they sang about the victory
The daring deeds and gallantry
My boy who'd come back safe to me
Had played a hero's part.

Well, adventures are for other folk
Not for the likes o' me
I'm not a one for traveling
No fancy clothes or airs so free
I've lived my life an' kept my place
I know where I belong
So who'd have thought my own dear boy
Would know the hero's song?

 

 

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