This Land of Middle-Earth

White city on the river
String the bow and fill the quiver
Hope is live, but just a sliver
White city on the river

Green grass across the plain
Withering in wizard's reign
Who feasts on blood and of the slain
Green grass across the plain

Simple Shire on the hill
The people bow to no one's will
Laughing faces, honest still
Simple Shire on the hill

Treeless plain by river-side
Once there Ent-wives did abide
Deep in gardens and as wide
Treeless plain by river-side

Mordor, darkness lives in you
Ash and evil dost thou brew
Day will come when you are through
Mordor darkness lives in you

Havens lovely by the Sea
Waiting for Elves to come to thee
Ships will sail and Vala see
Havens lovely by the Sea

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