I Can See

- Shelob 

Hot lava flows from sky to ground
Roar of molten fire, a final sound

"I can see the Shire"

The grass is green, the corn is tall
Our home, Oh, fairest land of all

"I can see the Shire"

Eagles fly, to rescue small ones
People of a free world, know setting suns

"I can see the Shire"

They sail away in great ships of white
To far Grey Havens, gone, from our sight

"I can see the Shire"