Another Wordy Wednesday in protest of all those “Wordless Wednesday” blog posts out there. I was re-reading J.R.R Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings (for what, the fourth time?) and found myself at the song of “The Ent and the Entwife”, sung by Treebeard to Merry and Pippin in The Two Towers.
Unlike most of the songs in Lord of the Rings, which I find tend to slow the story down as I stumble to pronounce all the names, I find this song a pleasure to read. In fact, this song strikes me as a classic love song, perhaps the most classic of them all. What a beautiful story it tells, if you care to read through to the end.
I would love to share the lyrics with you today, which I have done below. I was also able to find a recording someone* has put to music in the video below.
* someone is “the Tolkien Ensemble”
The Ent and the Entwife
When spring unfolds the beechen-leaf and sap is in the bough,
When light is on the wild-wood stream, and wind is on the brow,
When stride is long, and breath is deep, and keen the mountain air,
Come back to me! Come back to me, and say my land is fair!
When Spring is come to garth and field, and corn is in the blade,
When blossom like a shining snow is on the orchard laid,
When sun and shower upon the earth with fragrance fill the air,
I’ll linger here, and will not come, because my land is fair!
When Summer lies upon the world, and in a noon of gold
Beneath the roof of sleeping leaves the dreams of trees unfold,
When woodland halls are green and cool, and wind is in the West,
Come back to me! Come back to me, and say my land is best!
When Summer warms the hanging fruit and burns the berry brown;
When straw is gold, and ear is white, and harvest comes to town;
When honey spills, and apple swells, though wind be in the West,
I’ll linger here beneath the Sun, because my land is best!
When Winter comes, the winter wild that hill and wood shall slay;
When trees shall fall and starless night devour the sunless day;
When wind is in the deadly East, then in the bitter rain
I’ll look for thee, and call to thee; I’ll come to thee again!
When Winter comes, and singing ends; when darkness falls at last;
When broken is the barren bough, and light and labour past;
I’ll look for thee, and wait for thee, until we meet again:
Together we will tkae the road beneath the bitter rain!
Together we will take the road that leads into the West,
And far away will find a land where both our hearts may rest.