Tom Bombadils Song Hey Dol Merry Dol by The Tolkien Ensemble Lyrics
Hey dol! merry dol! ring a dong dillo!
Ring a dong! hop along! Fal lal the willow!
Tom Bom, jolly Tom, Tom Bombadillo!
Hey! Come merry dol! derry dol! My darling!
Light goes the weather-wind and the feathered starling
Down along under Hill, shining in the sunlight
Waiting on the doorstep for the cold starlight
There my pretty lady is, River-woman's daughter
Slender as the willow-wand, clearer than the water
Old Tom Bombadil water-lilies bringing
Comes hopping home again. Can you hear him singing?
Hey! Come merry dol! derry dol! and merry-o!
Goldberry, Goldberry, merry yellow berry-o!
Poor old Willow-man, you tuck your roots away!
Tom's in a hurry now. Evening will follow day
Tom's going home again water-lilies bringing
Hey! Come derry dol! Can you hear me singing?
Hop along, my little friends, up the Withywindle!
Tom's going on ahead candles for to kindle
Down west sinks the Sun: soon you will be groping
When the night-shadows fall, then the door will open
Out of the window-panes light will twinkle yellow
Fear no alder black! Heed no hoary willow!
Fear neighter root nor bough! Tom goes on before you
Hey now! merry dol! We'll be waiting for you!
Hey! Come derry dol! Hop along, my hearties!
Hobbits! Ponies all! We are fond of parties
Now let the fun begin! Let us sing together!
Now let the song begin! Let us sing together!
Of sun, stars, moon and mist, rain and cloudy weather
Light on the budding leaf, dew on the feather
Wind on the open hill, bells on the heather
Reeds by the shady pool, lilies on the water
Old Tom Bombadil and the River-daughter!
Ring a dong! hop along! Fal lal the willow!
Tom Bom, jolly Tom, Tom Bombadillo!
Hey! Come merry dol! derry dol! My darling!
Light goes the weather-wind and the feathered starling
Down along under Hill, shining in the sunlight
Waiting on the doorstep for the cold starlight
There my pretty lady is, River-woman's daughter
Slender as the willow-wand, clearer than the water
Old Tom Bombadil water-lilies bringing
Comes hopping home again. Can you hear him singing?
Hey! Come merry dol! derry dol! and merry-o!
Goldberry, Goldberry, merry yellow berry-o!
Poor old Willow-man, you tuck your roots away!
Tom's in a hurry now. Evening will follow day
Tom's going home again water-lilies bringing
Hey! Come derry dol! Can you hear me singing?
Hop along, my little friends, up the Withywindle!
Tom's going on ahead candles for to kindle
Down west sinks the Sun: soon you will be groping
When the night-shadows fall, then the door will open
Out of the window-panes light will twinkle yellow
Fear no alder black! Heed no hoary willow!
Fear neighter root nor bough! Tom goes on before you
Hey now! merry dol! We'll be waiting for you!
Hey! Come derry dol! Hop along, my hearties!
Hobbits! Ponies all! We are fond of parties
Now let the fun begin! Let us sing together!
Now let the song begin! Let us sing together!
Of sun, stars, moon and mist, rain and cloudy weather
Light on the budding leaf, dew on the feather
Wind on the open hill, bells on the heather
Reeds by the shady pool, lilies on the water
Old Tom Bombadil and the River-daughter!