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Rosie's Song

Lyrics & Music: Maureen S. O'Brien, Jan. 2002
Insp: J.R.R. Tolkien, Lord of the Rings (Rosie Cotton)

There's minstrels up in Fornost sing the loves of elves and men:
Of Melian and Thingol, Beren and Luthien.
I know you think that talk of love is only news from Bree,
So maybe I should tell you, lass, 'bout your old dad and me.


You can sing of rings and elven kings
And things of high degree,
But there's never been no greater love
Than your old dad and me.

He did great things in foreign parts, got treasures that were fine.
He could've chosen any lass, but said his heart was mine.
He saw his dearest friend away across the Sund'ring Sea,
And he could've gone off with 'im but -- my Sam came home to me.


So if you choose a lad for looks, or kin, or house and land,
The town may give its blessing, but you shouldn't give your hand.
But if you'd walk a hundred miles or wait a thousand years,
Then that's the lad you ought to have, in spite of talk or fears.


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