(İMarco Strittmatter 1995)

Ho! Ho! Ho! To the bottle I go
to heal my heart and drown my woe
rain may fall and wind may blow
and many miles be still to go
but under a tall tree I will lie
and let the clouds go sailing by.

Out of doubt, out of dark, to the day's rising
he rode singing in the sun, sword unsheathing.
Hope he rekindled, and in hope ended;
over death, over dread, over doom lifted
out of loss, out of life, unto long glory.

Still round the corner there may wait
a new road or a secret gate;
and though I oft have passed them by,
a day will come at last when I
shall take the hidden paths that run
west of the moon, east of the sun.

Lyrics by Tolkien.