(©Martin Gruber 1994)

When evening in the Shire was grey
His footsteps on the Hills were heard
Before the dawn he went away
On journey long without a word.

From Wilderland to Western shore,
From northern waste to southern hills,
Through dragon-lair and hidden door
And darkling woods he walked at will.

Wizard, oh Wizard don't leave us alone
Should we go without you now?
Wizard, oh wizard so far from home
We're swimming in a sea of doubt

A deadly sword, a healing hand,
A back that bent beneath its load;
A trumpet-voice, a burning brand,
A weary pilgrim on the road.

A lord of wisdom throned he sat,
Swift in anger, quick to laugh;
An old man in a battered hat
Who leaned upon a thorny staff.

Wizard, oh Wizard don't leave us alone
Should we go without you now?
Wizard, oh wizard so far from home
We're swimming in a sea of doubt

He stood upon the bridge alone
And Fire and Shadow both defied;
His staff was broken on the stone,
In Khazad-dūm his wisdom died.

Wizard, Wizard

Wizard, Wizard, Wizard

Wizard, oh Wizard don't leave us alone
Should we go without you now?
Wizard, oh wizard so far from home
We're swimming in a sea of doubt

Wizard, oh Wizard don't leave us alone
Should we go without you now?
Wizard, oh wizard so far from home
We're swimming in a sea of doubt

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