The road is narrow and few will follow.
My heart is weary but I carry on with the songs of long ago.
Woodlands and Lands of Middle-Earth.
I tread them with careful steps.
My head has naught but the ground to lay.
Come my brethren heed my words our journey must carry on.
Leave the faces you have seen behind.
The winters are cold and the summers are warm.
But in snow and rising sun of a summer's day we move on no matter where we are.
Come my Brother's come Men with blood of ages long past.
Our number is few but we will follow our destiny.
Come my brethren, the days are dark and our strength is needed.
No matter where are own hearts my be.
