Farewell Song Of Merry And Pippin

Farewell we call, to half and whole The wind may blow and rain may fall We must away 'ere break of day Far over wood and mountain tall We must away 'ere break of day Far over wood and mountain tall To Rivendell, where elves yet dwell In glades beneath the mist fell, Through moor and waste we ride in haste, And whither then we cannot tell. Through moor and waste we ride in haste, And whither then we cannot tell. With foes ahead, behind us dread, Beneath the sky shall be our bed, Until at last our toil be passed, Our journey done, our errand sped. Until at last our toil be passed, Our journey done, our errand sped. We must away! We must away! We ride before the break of day!