Tom Bombadil Veselá III. věk

Tom Bombadil

Hey oh! Jolly mol! Bring a bong billo!
Sing a song! Come along, under the willow!
Tom Bom, merry Tom, Tom Bombadillo!

Hey! You jolly mol! Merry mol! My dear love!
Fair is the summer breeze like a milk-white dove.
Down below under the mound, kissed by the sunbeams,
Waiting at the window in the golden evenings,
There my lovely lady is, river water’s daughter,
Slim as the beechen leaves, purer than the water.

Lo Tom Bombadil water-clovers holding
Comes merrily home again. Don't you hear him singing? (x2)

Hey! Oh jolly mol! Dilly dally dally-oh,
Goldberry, Goldberry, happy fragrant marigold!
Big old cherry birch, never hide your roots from me!
Tom’s in a great haste, Evening is chasing me.

Tom’s getting back home again water-clovers holding.
Hey! Come dally mol! Don't you hear me singing? (x2)

Come along, my special friends, up the narrow river!
Tom is rushing by to prepare the dinner.
Don't you see the glowing light of the setting sun?
When the darkness closes in, you'll be safe at home,
While Queen of Light will be dancing under the moon.

Don't fear walnuts or the aging oak!
Don't be afraid of boughs! Tom is here to guide you.
Hey now! Happy mol! I’ll be waiting for you!
Hey! You jolly mol! Come along, my hearties!
Hobbits! Everyone! We love big parties.
Now shall we have some fun? Sing along with me!

Now a new song begins! Let us praise nature our mother
The sky, sun, stream and pool and the mighty river,
Dew on the buds in bloom, light as a feather,
Breeze on the grassy fields, rustling ivy and heather,
Swans gliding over ponds, willows by the water:
Bless Tom Bombadil and the water's daughter!