Dashing through the woods
Black Riders on their tail
They stabbed Frodo good
Now he’s looking pale
Morgul blades sure sting
Making mortals wraiths
What fun it is to be fleeing
Away from certain death

Oh! Glorfindel, Glorfindel
Ride and save the day
Leave those Nazgul in your dust
And get Frodo away

In October, you know
With Frodo on his lap
That Glorfindel did go
Lead Ringwraiths to a trap
The river gently flowed
At Bruinen he stopped
He spoke some words, the water rose
And Nazgul all were sopped

Oh! Glorfindel, Glorfindel
Ride and save the day
Leave those Nazgul in your dust
And get Frodo away