Gollum's Song in the Dead Marshes lyrics

The cold hard lands

they bites our hands,

they gnaws our feet.

The rocks and stones

are like old bones

all bare of meat.

But stream and pool

is wet and cool:

so nice for feet!

And now we wish -

Alive without breath;

as cold as death;

never thirsting, ever drinking

clad in mail, never clinking.

Drowns on dry land,

thinks an island

is a mountain;

thinks a fountain

is a puff of air.

So sleek, so fair!

What a joy to meet!

We only wish

to catch a fish,

so juicy-sweet!

• Artist:J. R. R. Tolkien
• Album:The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers