Of The Burning Of Laketown
As sure as evening shall follow day,
To rest the folk of Laketown lay,
And sweet mothers to children sing,
Of fox that runs and bird on wing.
Gently lap the white capped waves,
A herald singing of watery graves,
Moonlight shines a burning white,
A herald singing of fiery light.
As hazy memories of work well done,
Upon the docks 'neath noontide sun,
Mingle with the dreams of tomorrow,
The hearts of goodfolk hear no sorrow.
Gently lap the white capped waves,
A herald singing of watery graves,
Moonlight shines a burning white,
A herald singing of fiery light.
As in slumber the people rest,
Red-hot fire the waves will crest,
Soaring, wheeling through dead of night,
The dragon comes with no respite.
Gently lap the white capped waves,
A herald singing of watery graves,
Moonlight shines a burning white,
A herald singing of fiery light.
As the timbers groan and crack,
Seering fires stain them black,
Listen as the children scream,
Thinking this a fiery dream.
Gently lap the white capped waves,
A herald singing of watery graves,
Moonlight shines a burning white,
A herald singing of fiery light.
As sweet mothers weep and wail,
The dragon dost the men asail,
With arrows sharp and broken flint,
Yet his leathery hide naught can splint.
Gently lap the white capped waves,
A herald singing of watery graves,
Moonlight shines a burning white,
A herald singing of fiery light.
As all around burns and homes are lost,
A bird doth come and Bard accost,
Whistle sweetly, oh little bird,
In tongue that Men of Dale once heard.
Gently lap the white capped waves,
A herald singing of watery graves,
Moonlight shines a burning white,
A herald singing of fiery light.
As cries of stricken fade to naught,
With well shot arrow Smaug is caught,
Upon his breast where jewels don't shine,
Thus ends the fiery dragon line.
Gently lap the white capped waves,
A herald singing of watery graves,
Moonlight shines a burning white,
A herald singing of fiery light.