My Sam Comes Home Today

I walk beneath a sky all blue and bright
The Shire sparkles with spring’s fresh green
But I cannot enjoy this wonderful sight
For my Sam cannot be seen

There is no music in my song
There is no colour in what I see
This cannot be where I belong
For my Sam is not with me

Hours, days, a year has passed
And my hope would never grow
Yet now my dreams are back at last

And harsh November feels like gentle May
It is strange, but suddenly somehow I know
My Sam comes home today!
- Luthien