[00:57.03]From Wilderland to Western shore,[00:57.81]Form northern waste to southern hill[01:02.52]Through dragon-lair and hidden door[01:06.90]And darkling woods he walked at will.[01:07.98]With Dwarves and Hobbits, Elves and Men,[01:12.45]With mortal and immortal folk,[01:37.50]With bird on bough and beast in den,[01:44.43]In their own secret tounges he spoke.[01:45.18]A deadly sword, a healing hand,[01:49.08]A back that bent beneath its load;[01:49.89]A trumpet-voice, a burning brand,[01:50.61]A weary pilgrim on the road.[02:49.95]A lord of wisdom throned he sat,[02:50.70]Swift in anger, quick to laugh;[02:54.84]An old man in a battered hat[03:06.81]Who leaned upon a thorny staff.[03:55.95]With Dwarves and Hobbits, Elves and Men,[04:04.68]With mortal and immortal folk,[04:07.35]With bird on bough and beast in den,[04:12.51]In their own secret tounges he spoke.[04:13.35]From Wilderland to Western shore,[04:14.13]Form northern waste to southern hill[04:19.26]Through dragon-lair and hidden door[04:24.00]And darkling woods he walked at will.