A song about the hobbits' experience in the Barrow-downs. Sung to the tune of Audio Adrenaline's Some Kind of Zombie, available for listening online at )
Frodo:
The sun stood then so high and clear,
The barrow-gates were in our view;
We took our meal, then rested more,
And took a nap no one did choose:
Oh, Bombadil, you told us true:
Don't rest your heads until you've
Found your way through.
So I gaze off left, then to the right,
Looking for the gate, no more in sight.
We walk single-file, toward what we saw before.
And hope when we get there, We'll still number four.
Barrow-wight:
Your fears validified:
You're in the barrows.
Where ancient dead kings lie:
You're in the barrows.
And hobbits well could die:
You're in the barrows.
A fact you can't deny.
Frodo:
Pillars white stand before me,
And in my haste I ride between.
My pony gone, my friends as well,
So I make my way back towards their screams.
The rain turns to hail, my hair is soaked.
The wind screams at me, furls through my cloak.
I'm on my knees, below the black shadow;
My will gave out, and I awoke below.
Barrow-wight:
Wake up on bed of stone:
Below the barrow;
Cold be heart, hand, and bone,
Down in the barrows;
Frodo:
I'll slip my one Ring on,
Escape the barrows.
Barrow-wight:
Leave them to die alone?
Frodo:
Ho Bombadil, Bombadillo!
Water, wood, and hill, reed and willow,
Fire, sun, and moon, oh, Tom, hear us!
Save us, Bombadil, our need is near us!
Tom Bombadil:
Did someone call my name?
I'll break your barrow.
Return to ice and flame,
Just leave this barrow.
And never come again,
Back to this barrow.
Ben-adar is my name,
Now leave your barrow.
Master of all that you see,
I'm Bombadillo!
So let these halflings free,
Says Bombadillo!
Forever let travellers be,
I'm Bombadillo!