A filk about the Four Travellers' journey through the Old Forest. To the tune of "You Can Call Me Al" (also sometimes called "Bodyguard") by Paul Simon. Actually, I wrote it to the Purdue Uni.'s marching band's recording of this song. If you're unfamiliar with the Paul Simon Version, there's probably a sample up at the marching band's website, If you know the original you should be all right
Tom Bombadil, the oldest still,
Sings merry dol, O derry dol.
Tom Bombadil, the oldest still,
Sings merry dol, O derry dol.
Four hobbits ride through forests old,
Only road to escape what pursued them
"Won't have no luck in there," Fatty said.
Still, lost is better than surely dead.
So they thought when they left Crickhollow safe,
But courage fails 'neath evil boughs,
When friends are swallowed by evil trees
You'd cry for help:
Frodo and Sam:
Help us please, help us please!
Our need is near us!
By water, reed, and hill,
Can anybody hear us?
Curséd land, need at hand,
Ne'er come down the Withywindle.
By fire, moon, and sun above,
Save us from this willow!
Bombadil:
You need fear no evil thing,
Hobbits, put your minds at ease, be calm.
Need you ask who I am?
Don't you know my name yet? Call me Tom.
Ride on till the sun sinks 'neath the hills
River's daughter there to shut the world outside.
We feast on herbs and cheese, white bread and cream,
Spent a day or more listening to his stories.
Tom Bombadil, the oldest still,
Sings merry dol, O derry dol.
Tom Bombadil, the oldest still.
Tom Bombadil, the oldest still
