When a bitter rain comes by
I have a home inside a fair land
There I know that true hope lies
I shall walk inside its fair hand.

In the Shire
Lies my true home
And in the Shire
We will always roam.

When I walk through forests fair
It calls me back to its warmth
I feel some magic in the air
Calling me back, I will go back
And never leave.

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