Sweet Goldberry Lyrics

	Old Tom Bombadil dozed upon the mound
	Snored so loud he was heard underground
	Dreaming was our Tom of his dearest lady fair
	Sweet Goldberry, dressed with flowers in her hair
	Sweet Goldberry, fresh as morning dew
	To the River Woman’s daughter I’ll remain forever true
	Old Ghost King in the barrow dank was waiting
	Chains he was a-rattling while spells he was a making
	Old Tom Bombadil had better wake form dreaming
	Of the River Daughter, her smile bright and gleaming
	Sweet Goldberry, fresh as morning dew
	To the River Woman’s daughter I’ll remain forever true
	Up rose the Barrow Wight with wicked sword a waving
	Up jumped Bombadil who then began a raving
	“Go back to your tomb now! Go far away from here!
	You’ve woken me from dreaming of my Goldberry dear!”
	Sweet Goldberry, fresh as morning dew
	To the River Woman’s daughter I’ll remain forever true
	Cursed was the Barrow King, no more he’d be a raising
	So Tom skipped home to the warm fire a-blazing
	Goldberry laughed out loud “Tom, how was your resting?”
	She’d heard all the goings on and surely now was jesting!
	Sweet Goldberry, fresh as morning dew
	To the River Woman’s daughter I’ll remain forever true

	Old Tom Bombadil dozed upon the mound
	Snored so loud he was heard underground
	Dreaming was our Tom of his dearest lady fair
	Sweet Goldberry, dressed with flowers in her hair
	Sweet Goldberry, fresh as morning dew
	To the River Woman' s daughter I' ll remain forever true
	Old Ghost King in the barrow dank was waiting
	Chains he was arattling while spells he was a making
	Old Tom Bombadil had better wake form dreaming
	Of the River Daughter, her smile bright and gleaming
	Sweet Goldberry, fresh as morning dew
	To the River Woman' s daughter I' ll remain forever true
	Up rose the Barrow Wight with wicked sword a waving
	Up jumped Bombadil who then began a raving
	" Go back to your tomb now! Go far away from here!
	You' ve woken me from dreaming of my Goldberry dear!"
	Sweet Goldberry, fresh as morning dew
	To the River Woman' s daughter I' ll remain forever true
	Cursed was the Barrow King, no more he' d be a raising
	So Tom skipped home to the warm fire ablazing
	Goldberry laughed out loud " Tom, how was your resting?"
	She' d heard all the goings on and surely now was jesting!
	Sweet Goldberry, fresh as morning dew
	To the River Woman' s daughter I' ll remain forever true

	Old Tom Bombadil dozed upon the mound
	Snored so loud he was heard underground
	Dreaming was our Tom of his dearest lady fair
	Sweet Goldberry, dressed with flowers in her hair
	Sweet Goldberry, fresh as morning dew
	To the River Woman' s daughter I' ll remain forever true
	Old Ghost King in the barrow dank was waiting
	Chains he was arattling while spells he was a making
	Old Tom Bombadil had better wake form dreaming
	Of the River Daughter, her smile bright and gleaming
	Sweet Goldberry, fresh as morning dew
	To the River Woman' s daughter I' ll remain forever true
	Up rose the Barrow Wight with wicked sword a waving
	Up jumped Bombadil who then began a raving
	" Go back to your tomb now! Go far away from here!
	You' ve woken me from dreaming of my Goldberry dear!"
	Sweet Goldberry, fresh as morning dew
	To the River Woman' s daughter I' ll remain forever true
	Cursed was the Barrow King, no more he' d be a raising
	So Tom skipped home to the warm fire ablazing
	Goldberry laughed out loud " Tom, how was your resting?"
	She' d heard all the goings on and surely now was jesting!
	Sweet Goldberry, fresh as morning dew
	To the River Woman' s daughter I' ll remain forever true

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