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I was singing before your maps were drawn
Before crowns were lost, before wars were won
Boots in the river, mud on my coat
Laughing at the weight of a golden note
They came to me tired, afraid, and small
Carrying a shadow that would swallow them all
The Ring, it whispered, it begged, it lied
But it slipped on my finger and found nowhere to hide
No fire burned, no bells were rung
No spell could bind my laughing tongue
I tossed it high, I closed my hand
Power means nothing when you understand...
Old Tom was there when the road turned right
When hope stayed breathing in the longest night
I didn't march and I didn't rule
Didn't crave the crown or the tyrant's tool
You don't know my name, you don't know my song
They cut me out, but I carried them on
Sing it soft, sing it fair
You broke the Ring... but Old Tom was there
Goldberry dancing in the evening rain
Barrel-white, screaming, bound in chains
I walked where fear learned how to run
Singing dead kings back into the sun
Elrond asked if I'd keep the prize
Lock it away from the world's red eyes
But I told him plain, I told him true
"I'd lose it tomorrow—that's what power do"
For I am the master of wood and stream
Not by force, nor by right, nor by fevered dream
The Ring wants hands that cling and close
I opened mine, and off it goes...
Old Tom was there when the road turned right
When hope stayed breathing in the longest night
I didn't march and I didn't rule
Didn't crave the crown or the tyrant's tool
You don't know my name, you don't know my song
They cut me out, but I carried them on
Sing it soft, sing it fair
You broke the Ring... but Old Tom was there
Now they tell the tale with thunder and flame
Heroes remembered and forgotten names
They wanted war, they wanted kings
Not a laughing man beyond their rings
But the world was saved by those who passed
Through quiet help that didn't last
Not every hand that shaped the end
Was meant to rise... or fall or bend
Hey, dole! Ring a dong!
History's loud, but memory's wrong
Hey, dole! Shadow's gone!
Still I'm here when the songs move on...
Old Tom was there, though you never saw
Between the lines of your canon law
No screen, no crown, no closing scene
Just roots and rivers and what might have been
So drink to the small, the strange, the fair
To the ones cut out but always there
Laugh if you dare, forget if you must
The world was saved on borrowed trust
I'll be singing when your credits fade
When myths grow thin and films are made
Boots by the fire, hat hung free
The story ends... but not with me
Old Tom was there!
Old Tom was there...
Old Tom was there