Song | The Man in the Wood |
Artist | Glass hammer |
Album | The Middle Earth Album |
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The man in the wood had a silver sword | |
His coat was of green and gray | |
Without a sound he walked the ground | |
He’d come a weary way | |
Alas the night was falling | |
When up ahead a-calling | |
Rose such a frightful bawling | |
He ne’er had heard before | |
A Halfling lad was camping near | |
To fish from the streams of the glade | |
He heard the screech and leapt to reach | |
His trusty hunting blade | |
Alas the night was falling | |
When up ahead a-calling | |
Rose such a frightful bawling | |
He ne’er had heard before | |
The man dashed into the Hobbit camp | |
The Hobbit clutched his knife | |
He saw the silver sword now drawn, | |
Felt threatened for his life | |
Alas the night was falling | |
When up ahead a-calling | |
Rose such a frightful bawling | |
He ne’er had heard before | |
This little lad had naught to fear | |
From the man with the silver sword | |
Who pushed him back and proudly stood | |
Like an ancient warrior lord | |
Alas the night was falling | |
When up ahead a-calling | |
Rose such a frightful bawling | |
He ne’er had heard before | |
As darkness fell the sound came close | |
And crashing through the trees | |
A hooded thing with a golden ring | |
That’d make your blood to freeze | |
Alas the night was falling | |
When up ahead a-calling | |
Rose such a frightful bawling | |
He ne’er had heard before | |
The man in the wood, though fear he felt | |
Did wield his sword while singing | |
Of ancient days and mighty ways | |
His sword with death was stinging | |
Alas the night was falling | |
When up ahead a-calling | |
Rose such a frightful bawling | |
He ne’er had heard before | |
The man in the wood, his battle done | |
Then turned and spoke to the boy | |
“Back to Bree; away with thee! | |
And live to know of joy!” | |
Alas the night was falling | |
And now with dinner a-calling | |
The Halfling turned to wave farewell | |
But the man in the wood was gone |
The man in the wood had a silver sword | |
His coat was of green and gray | |
Without a sound he walked the ground | |
He' d come a weary way | |
Alas the night was falling | |
When up ahead acalling | |
Rose such a frightful bawling | |
He ne' er had heard before | |
A Halfling lad was camping near | |
To fish from the streams of the glade | |
He heard the screech and leapt to reach | |
His trusty hunting blade | |
Alas the night was falling | |
When up ahead acalling | |
Rose such a frightful bawling | |
He ne' er had heard before | |
The man dashed into the Hobbit camp | |
The Hobbit clutched his knife | |
He saw the silver sword now drawn, | |
Felt threatened for his life | |
Alas the night was falling | |
When up ahead acalling | |
Rose such a frightful bawling | |
He ne' er had heard before | |
This little lad had naught to fear | |
From the man with the silver sword | |
Who pushed him back and proudly stood | |
Like an ancient warrior lord | |
Alas the night was falling | |
When up ahead acalling | |
Rose such a frightful bawling | |
He ne' er had heard before | |
As darkness fell the sound came close | |
And crashing through the trees | |
A hooded thing with a golden ring | |
That' d make your blood to freeze | |
Alas the night was falling | |
When up ahead acalling | |
Rose such a frightful bawling | |
He ne' er had heard before | |
The man in the wood, though fear he felt | |
Did wield his sword while singing | |
Of ancient days and mighty ways | |
His sword with death was stinging | |
Alas the night was falling | |
When up ahead acalling | |
Rose such a frightful bawling | |
He ne' er had heard before | |
The man in the wood, his battle done | |
Then turned and spoke to the boy | |
" Back to Bree away with thee! | |
And live to know of joy!" | |
Alas the night was falling | |
And now with dinner acalling | |
The Halfling turned to wave farewell | |
But the man in the wood was gone |
The man in the wood had a silver sword | |
His coat was of green and gray | |
Without a sound he walked the ground | |
He' d come a weary way | |
Alas the night was falling | |
When up ahead acalling | |
Rose such a frightful bawling | |
He ne' er had heard before | |
A Halfling lad was camping near | |
To fish from the streams of the glade | |
He heard the screech and leapt to reach | |
His trusty hunting blade | |
Alas the night was falling | |
When up ahead acalling | |
Rose such a frightful bawling | |
He ne' er had heard before | |
The man dashed into the Hobbit camp | |
The Hobbit clutched his knife | |
He saw the silver sword now drawn, | |
Felt threatened for his life | |
Alas the night was falling | |
When up ahead acalling | |
Rose such a frightful bawling | |
He ne' er had heard before | |
This little lad had naught to fear | |
From the man with the silver sword | |
Who pushed him back and proudly stood | |
Like an ancient warrior lord | |
Alas the night was falling | |
When up ahead acalling | |
Rose such a frightful bawling | |
He ne' er had heard before | |
As darkness fell the sound came close | |
And crashing through the trees | |
A hooded thing with a golden ring | |
That' d make your blood to freeze | |
Alas the night was falling | |
When up ahead acalling | |
Rose such a frightful bawling | |
He ne' er had heard before | |
The man in the wood, though fear he felt | |
Did wield his sword while singing | |
Of ancient days and mighty ways | |
His sword with death was stinging | |
Alas the night was falling | |
When up ahead acalling | |
Rose such a frightful bawling | |
He ne' er had heard before | |
The man in the wood, his battle done | |
Then turned and spoke to the boy | |
" Back to Bree away with thee! | |
And live to know of joy!" | |
Alas the night was falling | |
And now with dinner acalling | |
The Halfling turned to wave farewell | |
But the man in the wood was gone |