There goes the screaming that warns of the Nazgûl,
There goes the sound of a horse down the track,
Jump in the brambles, we’ve got to get hidden,
Got to get away, before we’re attacked!

Jump on our ponies and gallop them quickly,
Jump all the fences there’s no time to waste,
Gathering speed as we head through the Shire,
Got to get to Bree, before it’s too late!

Running, Hiding, Waiting.
Running, Hiding, Waitng, Run away again!
Running, Hiding, Waiting.
Running, Hiding, Waitng.
Run! You must fly! To the Ford! Don’t you die!
Won’t you?
Run! You must fly! To the ford! Ringers High!

Making a fire to light up the darkness,
All of the Nazgûl turn and run away,
But sadly we cannot stay by this fire for long now,
For we must leave it at the break of day.

Nazgûl, all Nine of them, move in behind us,
Glorfindel tells Asfaloth, ‘Nori Lim’,
Twisting and turning Frodo reaches the Ford,
And all of the Nazgûl, they go for a swim!

Riding, Twisting, Turning.
Riding, Twisting, Turning, Ride on once again!
Riding, Twisting, Turning.
Riding, Twisting, Turning.
Run! You must fly! To the Ford! Don’t you cry!
Won’t you?
Run! You must fly! To the Ford! Ringers High!