#jazthebard

Éowyn, Éowyn, Lady of Rohan who rides with the Sun on her shield,

Victory-bringer of glittering sword, and her cry rings out over the field:

"Come, Éorlingas!" she calls to her riders; they ready themselves for the fight.

"Day is a-dawning, we ride for our people! Come with me, for now ends the night!"

Éowyn, Éowyn, shieldmaiden valiant who rides with the Sun on her helm,

Arien standing beside her resplendent as dawn breaks anew o'er the realm.

Naming herself for her helm of disguise, with Sir Merry she goes out to war,

Hidden as Dernhelm she vows to herself that the Shadow shall conquer no more.

Éowyn, Éowyn, she of the shield-arm, who stands with the Sun on her face,

Triumphing over the Witch-King of Angmar and hallowed by fiery grace.

Éowyn, Éowyn, lightbringer glorious, brave though the darkness may fall,

Sleep, little stars, for the hour grows late, Tomorrow shall bring you a happier fate. I'll keep you safe through the dark of the night, And life will look better in morning light. Sleep, little stars, soon your parents will come for you, Just for tonight will you let my voice comfort you? Soon you'll be home, this will fade till it seems Just a fleeting and distant dream. Sleep, little stars, you have nothing to fear, No one would dare dream of hurting you here. All shall be well, I can promise you so, But there's still hours of night to go. Sleep, little stars, though I know you're afraid, Scared and confused by this strange serenade. If there's just one fear that can be washed away: Today shall not be your dying day. Tomorrow shall not be your dying day.

Aiya Eärendil elenion ancalima! Sina neyerë nás úquétima. I quettar lá etúlyëa et ni, Yá omenë ambari.

The Jailbird's in the tower, singing songs of woe.

The lovers in the bower know it's time to go.

Oh! Jailbird, Jailbird, why so sad?

Stuck in prison and he's gone mad!

The Jailbird's in the tower, singing songs of stars.

He's dreaming of spring flowers and life outside the bars.

Oh! Jailbird, Jailbird, why so sad?

Play us a song and make us glad!

The Jailbird's in the tower, singing songs of fear.

The Enemy's a coward and won't come fight him here.

Oh! Jailbird, Jailbird, why so sad?

Stuck in prison and he's gone mad!

The Jailbird's in the tower, singing songs of gloom.

And he predicts the hour when we'll meet our doom.

Oh! Jailbird, Jailbird, why so sad?