(İMarc Gunn 2002)</p>

When I was young, I'd sit around Bag End with Bilbo.<br>
Singing songs and tales about the Elves of Old.<br>
While we smoked our Southern Star.<br>
A leaf of golden par<br>
That transformed the hobbits' life forever more.</p>

O' Gandalf was exceptional among men.<br>
He mastered the Art, blew smoke-rings and dragons.<br>
But if only he had known<br>
That Bilbo's ring was the one,<br>
He'd never let it corrupt my master's soul.</p> 

Let the West wind blow<br>
My ring of smoke<br>
Over through Mordor<br>
The One Ring of hope.</p>

Now the kids all sit around my Bag End home.<br>
And I tell stories to them, though not of old.<br>
Well the pipe-weed is still the same.<br>
But my memories are out of frame.<br>
Transformed by my love of Master Frodo.</p> 

Let the West wind blow<br>
My ring of smoke<br>
Over through Mordor<br>
The One Ring of hope.</p>

Now the ring is gone and my master's sailed to his new home.<br>
And I have no pipe with me for one last smoke.<br>
But I can see the Southern Star<br>
Please take me to where you are.<br>
Before the sadness inside floats away with my smoke.</p>

Let the West wind blow<br>
My ring of smoke<br>
Over through Mordor<br>
The One Ring of hope.</p>

<b><u>Comments</u></b><br>
Artist Comment: The idea for this song was about the pipe smoke (like Old Toby and Southern Star) that Tolkien begins with in Fellowship of the Ring. As I developed the story, the song took on a life of it's own. It's about Frodo's trusty companion Sam Gamgee, who loves his master. After Frodo sails across the sea, Sam's pipe weed and smoke rings are his only connection to his former master like The One Ring that led to Frodo's departure.</p>