There’s a lovely patch by the brook
full of flowers and grass so green
where I love to sit down with a good book
dreaming of places I have never seen
I think of queens in gigantic white cities
and of Elves singing beautiful songs
might trace back the Brandybuck ancestry
and imagine battles in which no Hobbit belongs
While the river to the sound of the mill
is cooling down my very hot toes
heroic riders are showing their skill
against dragons and evil shadows
Here the shadows under the willow
are playing catch with the bees in the reeds
while up north frozen lands are covered in snow
I dream up an Elf riding out for heroic deeds
As a dragonfly lands on a book page
wings shining green blue and gold in the light
I think about treasures of a forgotten age
where a dwarf kingdom lies hidden from sight
All those tales and the faraway places
may sound great in the bright summer sun
with my burrow and my friends’ happy faces
at dinner that we’ll have later at home
Yes a distant land may sound special
but no place could ever be
like my home, my beloved Shire
and my spot near the Hobbiton stream
