Sweet Goldberry

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 form 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