“The road goes ever on and on”
That’s what Bilbo used to tell me,
And now, that my journey has begun,
I wonder: where will its end be?
I sit here, on this deserted hill,
In front of a fire, under the sky,
Humble in front of Eru’s great Will
Who has shown me an aim so high.
I’ve walked over hills and mountains,
Always searching, always trying
To find the perennial hope in the fountain
Of my heart which keeps crying.
I miss my home, its streams and trees,
Where the sun beams play in the green lawn
Perfumed by the fresh morning breeze.
These sweet memories help me go on.

The road goes ever on and on
And even now, while I am resting
It still goes over woods and mountains,
My hope and courage always testing.
The path lies at my feet, dark in my sight
And I must follow now my way,
Though it will lead me through the night,
Hoping that, eventually, I shall reach the day.