Lone and far we travel
for all the mysteries unravel
Fallen from nobility and grace we have
oh we Dúnedain strive and fight
forever wandering in the dead of night
Living off the land roots and berry
oh this tireless responsibility we carry
People scorn and sneer
yet we remain forever near
Travelevers we heal and help
whenever we hear their yelp
Hobbit, Man, Shire or Bree
We protect before you call out of need
