#Walking through the Shire, on a warm afternoon#
#All the children are out playing and enjoying the sun#
#And their parents are all smiling, they go happily their ways#
#It's a day for life's enjoyment, it's like all the Shire days#
#Yes we do like our lives more peaceful#
#And we do not enjoy haste#
#If there's one thing makes us hurry#
#It's if there is pie to taste#
#So if you're coming to the Shire#
#Just adopt our gentle pace#
#Do remember life is precious#
#It's not meant to be a race#
#When we come together, at the inn or at the square#
# You will hear the merry laughter, as we sing and dance there#
#Though the talk may not be learn-ed, it is good-natured fun#
#Our cheers go not to elves' woe, but the most well-placed pun#
#Yes we do like our lives just simple#
#And we keep it free from strife#
#While the big folk have ambitions#
#We are glad to be alive#
#So if you're coming to the Shire#
#Just adopt our gentle pace#
#Do remember life is precious#
#It's not meant to be a race#
(lute solo)
#We're riding through the Shire, on a warm summer's night.#
#While the breeze is bringing sweet smells, and the stars are all bright#
#We are coming from the Dragon, we are heading back home#
#So come join us on our journey, and be never alone#
((Sung to The Grenadier and the Lady, also known as An Emigrant's Daughter, in a version made by BeverlyHeals of Morthond))
