Long before men tread Middle-Earth

Before the dwarves and elves gave birth

There lived a race for the trees' defence

In the heart of Fangorn, there live the Ents



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Patient farmers they tend the woods

Gaurdians of stems and of roots

The hear the arbors' laments and wails

From falling axes leaving tearful trails



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For Living creatures all roam the land

But hasty judgements make careless hands

One thoughtless word from a thoughtless king

A thousand creatures die beneath the trees



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The rivers will flow though their course may change

The birds are born and will fly away

Men will come and men will go

But the Ents remain through the melting snow



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Long before men tread Middle-Earth

Before the dwarves and elves gave birth

There lived a race for the trees' defence

In the heart of Fangorn, there live the Ents



Ha-room...Ha-da-ra-room

Ha-room...Ha-da-ra-room

Ha-room...Ha-da-ra-room

Ha-room...Ha-da-ra-room

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