Goldberry's Call - A poem for all Bombadil lovers
Tom, Tom! I beckon thee!
Come now here and sing for me!
Dance about and play the fiddle,
Tell me stories, ask me riddles!
Bring to me, the River Daughter,
Snow-white lilies from the water.
You are old and very wise,
But youth still sparkles in your eyes.
For always are you bright and merry
And loving of your sweet Goldberry.