My home grows small behind me
As I turn and walk away,
Heading for a place that seems
Another world away.

As I walk o’er hills and flowering plains,
I sing a happy song,
To drive away the aches and pains
That slowly fill my heart.

I am just a Hobbit, small,
With a task so huge and hard.
My faithful servant’s with me,
But I still feel so alone.

The Shadow spreads and danger grows;
The fate of the world around my neck.
With every step, the truth is clear:
There is no going back.

When death enters the Fellowship,
My fear and sadness grows.
Alas! to see Bag End again!
But I know I must press on.

So I climb over mountains and grass turns to stone;
The happy tunes have left my head.
This task is mine to bear alone;
There is no going back.