Tune: Auld Lang Syne.
Tune can be heard at: http://pws.gamewood.net/~byoung/midis/m
The lights of Bree look warm tonight
The Prancing Pony's packed
Through leaded windows I can see
The comfort I've long lacked.
A ranger walks a lonely road
And mine's more lonely still.
I know the driest place to sleep
On every local hill.
The lights of Bree remind me of
Those in a nobler place
Where Elrond dwells surrounded by
The fair immortal race.
In Rivendell I knew a home
Most loving, safe and kind.
Why do I wander in the wilds
And live on what I find?
The lights of Bree seem warm tonight,
The inn's guests laugh and shout
And though they think me strange and wild,
They will not shut me out.
And as I sit beside the fire
A beer mug in my hand,
I'll think about the things I do
And then I'll understand.
The lights of Bree will speak to me
Of this strange path of mine
And say because I gave up hearth
And home, Bree's lights still shine.
And if the folk of Bree don't know
I fight to keep them free,
At least I know my sword has kept
Alight the lights of Bree.