Green Hills

- Onca Icatra
Green Hills
Hills of green run across the land.
Birds chirp, perched on the trees.
Sun gleams and rays shine on the plants.

People work and laugh through the day.
Smoke comes from the chimeny of the houses.
Everyone feasting through-out the day.

Pipes are smoking.
Meats roasting.
And hobbits toasting as they drink there ale.

Dancing and singing all through the town.
Big harry feet thumping all around.
Walking stick in hand walking on the trail.

Pipes are smoking.
Meats rosting.
And hobbits toasting as they drink there ale.

The Shire.
Rolling green hills.
Laughter and dancing.
Hobbits happy and joyful.
A corner of happiness and paradise.