I've wandered through this world of ours
For countless years on end.
Seen wonders that I can't describe
And troubles I could not mend.
Yet as the year comes to a close,
My heart begins to yen,
For days of old and folks long gone.
My thoughts go back to then…
Long ago the Yule Bells rang,
I still recall their chime.
Oh, to be back in the Shire again,
Now that it's Christmas time.
To find myself at home once more,
Where life was so slow and sweet,
Amongst the hobbits whom I adore,
Old friends I can't wait to greet.
The bell-ringer lads made their rounds
As the sun sank into bed.
Farthing to farthing echoed the sounds,
'Til the moon raised up his head.
In Buckland, Tuckborough, Bywater, and Bree,
Every fireside was alight.
Warmth and comfort provided for free,
Crackled loud and flickered bright.
With kith and kin gathered at side,
We gave thanks for all we had.
Where home and hearth, and peace abide,
Our hearts were ever glad.
I'd sit me down and name my pleasure,
Mug of beer or vintage rare,
Rings of smoke blown at leisure,
Sup o' favorite hobbit fare.
Six days of feasts and frolicking fun,
Songs and stories to delight.
Rich or poor, we all shared as one,
Danced and reveled long into the night.
Marc Gunn is a rhythm and folk musician inspired by Celtic culture, science fiction, fantasy, and cats--Sci F'Irish
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