I feel like the poor hobbit Frodo
Who dreamed of adventure with Bilbo
I want to see those places I haven't seen
I want to visit those worlds I've never been.

In the book I was with the Fellowship and Frodo
I saw where they journeyed together and low
I fought in Moria and saw the city of Rivendell
I went to Bree and in Lorien I saw Lady Galadriel.

But I found that it is not the same
I want to literally go to the places they came
How will it come true my dream?
It will somehow I do deem.

Am I making any sense?
Everyone says I'm obsessed
I should know I am just a corker
Does anyone understand me the dreamer?

I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew:
Of wind I sang, a wind there came and in the branches blew.
Beyond the Sun, beyond the Moon, the foam was on the Sea,
And by the strand of Ilmarin there grew a golden Tree.
Beneath the stars of Ever-eve in Eldamar it shone,
In Eldamar beside the walls of Elven Tirion.
There long the golden leaves have grown upon the branching years,
While here beyond the Sundering Seas now fall the Elven-tears.
O Lórien! The Winter comes, the bare and leafless Day;
The leaves are falling in the stream, the River flows away.
O Lórien! Too long I have dwelt upon this Hither Shore
And in a fading crown have twined the golden elanor.
But if of ships I now should sing, what ship would come to me,
What ship would bear me ever back across so wide a Sea?