Cool, cool cool cool. I'm no good with music anyway, I don't think I could make up a tune on the fly. But it's just like a poem, right?
[The reason he asked is probably obvious, there's one right here. Something Sam sang when he was losing hope of finding Frodo in the tower of Cirith Ungol:]
In western lands beneath the Sun the flowers may rise in Spring, the trees may bud, the waters run, the merry finches sing. Or there maybe 'tis cloudless night and swaying beeches bear the Elven-stars as jewels white amid their branching hair.
Though here at journey's end I lie in darkness buried deep, beyond all towers strong and high, beyond all mountains steep, above all shadows rides the Sun and Stars for ever dwell: I will not say the Day is done, nor bid the Stars farewell.
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[The reason he asked is probably obvious, there's one right here. Something Sam sang when he was losing hope of finding Frodo in the tower of Cirith Ungol:]
In western lands beneath the Sun
the flowers may rise in Spring,
the trees may bud, the waters run,
the merry finches sing.
Or there maybe 'tis cloudless night
and swaying beeches bear
the Elven-stars as jewels white
amid their branching hair.
Though here at journey's end I lie
in darkness buried deep,
beyond all towers strong and high,
beyond all mountains steep,
above all shadows rides the Sun
and Stars for ever dwell:
I will not say the Day is done,
nor bid the Stars farewell.