Summary: Just a little something I thought of while listening to the
Remember the Titans soundtrack, a father talks to his son. I thought that I
noticed some similarities between the war of the ring and Vietnam.
Author's note: I know that the speaker has probably not been to all these places or done all the stuff in the song, but it just seemed to fit.
Disclaimer: I am in no way, shape, or fashion a dead British guy (actually I'm a 19 year old female from the southern US) so obviously I'm not Tolkien, so I don't own LOTR (damn!), nor do I own this song, so don't sue me.
And now for the actual song...
Oh, where have you been, my blue eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I've stumbled on the side of the Misty Mountains
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked pathways
I've stepped in the middle of Treebeard's sad forest
I've been out in front of the haunted dead marshes
I've been forty-five days in the heat of a battle And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
And it's a hard rain's a gonna fall Oh, what did you see, my blue eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wargs all around it
I saw a highway of mithril with nobody on it
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin'
I saw a room full of dwarves with their axes a bleedin'
I saw a white ladder all covered with water
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken
I saw bows and sharp swords in the hands of young children
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
And it's a hard rain's a gonna fall And what did you hear, my blue eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin'
Heard the roar of a river that could drown the whole world
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a blazin'
Heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin'
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin'
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
Heard the sound of a hobbit who cried in the alley
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
And it's a hard rain's a gonna fall Oh, who did you meet, my blue eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony
I met a white wizard who walked a white horse
I met a young woman whose body was burning
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow
I met one elf who was wounded in love
I met another elf who was wounded with hatred
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a gonna fall Oh, what'll you do now, my blue eyed son?
Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young one?
I'm a goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a fallin'
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
Where the executioner's face is always well hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, where none is the number
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it
Then I'll stand on the river until I start sinkin'
But I'll know my song well before I start singin'
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a gonna fall.
Author's note: I know that the speaker has probably not been to all these places or done all the stuff in the song, but it just seemed to fit.
Disclaimer: I am in no way, shape, or fashion a dead British guy (actually I'm a 19 year old female from the southern US) so obviously I'm not Tolkien, so I don't own LOTR (damn!), nor do I own this song, so don't sue me.
And now for the actual song...
Oh, where have you been, my blue eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I've stumbled on the side of the Misty Mountains
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked pathways
I've stepped in the middle of Treebeard's sad forest
I've been out in front of the haunted dead marshes
I've been forty-five days in the heat of a battle And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
And it's a hard rain's a gonna fall Oh, what did you see, my blue eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wargs all around it
I saw a highway of mithril with nobody on it
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin'
I saw a room full of dwarves with their axes a bleedin'
I saw a white ladder all covered with water
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken
I saw bows and sharp swords in the hands of young children
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
And it's a hard rain's a gonna fall And what did you hear, my blue eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin'
Heard the roar of a river that could drown the whole world
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a blazin'
Heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin'
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin'
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
Heard the sound of a hobbit who cried in the alley
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
And it's a hard rain's a gonna fall Oh, who did you meet, my blue eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony
I met a white wizard who walked a white horse
I met a young woman whose body was burning
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow
I met one elf who was wounded in love
I met another elf who was wounded with hatred
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a gonna fall Oh, what'll you do now, my blue eyed son?
Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young one?
I'm a goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a fallin'
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
Where the executioner's face is always well hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, where none is the number
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it
Then I'll stand on the river until I start sinkin'
But I'll know my song well before I start singin'
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a gonna fall.