Aldaron Laurelin

The Road goes ever on and on

Three Rings for the Elven Kings, under the sky

A walking song

Snow-white! Snow-white! O Lady Clear!

Ho! Ho! Ho! To the Bottle I Go

The Bath song

Farewell we call to hearth and hall

O! Wanderers in the shadowed land

Hey Dol! Merry Dol! Ring a dong dillo!

Hop along, my little friends, up the withywindle!

O slender as a willow wand

I had an errand there: gathering water lilies

Ho Tom Bombadil, Tom Bombadillo!

Cold be hand and heart and bone

Get out! You old Wight! Vanish in the sunlight!

Wake now, my merry lads! Wake and hear me calling!

Hey! Now! Come hoy now! Wither do you wander?

The man on the moon stayed up too late

All that is Gold does not Glitter

The fall of Gil-Galad

The song of Beren and Lúthien The Lay of Leithian

The Stone Troll

Eärendil was a mariner

A Elbereth Gilthoniel

Seek for the sword that was broken

When winter first begins to bite

I sit beside the fire and think

The world was young, the mountains green

An Elven-maid there was of old

When evening in the Shire was grey

I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold

Ai! Laurië lantar lassi súrinen

Through Rohan over fen and field Where the long grass grows

Gondor! Gondor! Between the mountains and the sea

Arise, now, arise, Riders of Theoden

Learn now the lore of living creatures

In the Willow-meads of Tasarinan

When spring unfolds the beechen leaf, and sap is in the bough

O Orofarne Lassemista, Carnimirie

We come, we come, with roll of drum

Where now are the Dunedain, Elessar, Elessar?

Where now the horse and the rider

In Dwimordene in Lorien

Ere iron was found or tree was hewn

Long list of the Ents

A rhyme of lore

The hard, cold lands

Oliphaunt

Over the land there lies a long shadow

From dark Dunharrow in the dim morning

Arise, arise, Riders of Theoden!

Out of doubt, out of dark, to the day’s rising

Song of the Mounds of Mundburg

When the black breath blows

Silver flow the streams from Celos to Erui

In western lands beneath the Sun

Long live the Halflings! Praise them with great praise!

To the Sea, to the Sea! The white gulls are crying

Sing now, ye people of the Tower of Anor

Out of doubt, out of dark, to the day’s rising

The Road goes ever on and on

Still around the corner there may wait