Tom Bombadil needs to wake up

Old tom bombadil dozed upon the mound

Snored so loud he was heard underground

Dreaming was our tom of his dearest lady fair

Sweet goldberry, dressed with flowers in her hair



Sweet goldberry, fresh as morning dew

To the river woman's daughter i'll remain forever true



Old ghost king in the barrow dank was waiting

Chains he was a-rattling while spells he was a making

Old tom bombadil had better wake from dreaming

Of the river daughter, her smile bright and gleaming



Sweet goldberry, fresh as morning dew

To the river woman's daughter i'll remain forever true



Up rose the barrow wight with wicked sword a waving

Up jumped bombadil who then began a raving

"go back to your tomb now! go far away from here!

You've woken me from dreaming of my goldberry dear!"



Sweet goldberry, fresh as morning dew

To the river woman's daughter i'll remain forever true



Cursed was the barrow king, no more he'd be a raising

So tom skipped home to the warm fire a-blazing

Goldberry laughed out loud "tom, how was your resting?"

She'd heard all the goings on and surely now was jesting!



Sweet goldberry, fresh as morning dew

To the river woman's daughter i'll remain forever true

Tom Bombadil needs to wake up