Interpret:

Bob Catley

Album:

Middle Earth

Old friends never clandestine
 Bold destinies, hearts entwined
 One voice that was lost in time
 Walking tall against the wind


 First wave of a turning tide
 One bastion, truth and pride
 Strikes out for the last in line
 As we claw against the wind


 Go, valiant talon kind
 In your heart the fearless goal
 Old and young enough to die
 We must hide the precious gift
 From hands the light betrayed
 Go
 For we must return it to
 The fire from whence it came


 Nine came from forsaken lands
 Cloaked travellers, halfling band
 Free souls with the truth in hand
 Try to forge against the wind


 We shadows of moria
 Shaped light from lothlorien
 Take flight, gentle warriors
 As we soar against the wind


 Go, valiant talon kind
 In your heart the fearless goal
 Old and young enough to die
 We must hide the precious gift
 From hands the light betrayed
 Go
 For we must return it to
 The fire from whence it came