Copyright 1993 by Gerald Bliss
TTTO: "Crying", by Roy Orbison
(Inspired by "Return of the King" by Tom Smith)
I was a king, for a while With my new ring, I could smile And then eight other kings Tried on their brand-new rings That we'd been given by a mage But of what was to be We couldn't see we'd not be dying. Then our new boss went and lost The ring that rules all the rest And, though he'd lost the war, This loss hurt even more But he knew how to take a jest But I'm still keeping faith, Though just a wraith ... And now I'm flying over you Flying over you The One Ring, though it's gone, Still draws my brothers on And we're flying Now, in the West, towards the Shire We feel a Call like distant fire And when we start to laugh, Well, that jerk, Gandalf, Gets it out under the wire And, while we sniff the woods, He's got the goods, and we're flying. And so we searched Through the nights And we've seen lots of sights Then one night, before morn We found Aragorn And the Ring was on his kid And though he's turning grey, He got away... So now we're flying over you Flying over you I can't pretend You'll have a happy end Because we're flying Flying ... flying ... flying We're just flying Flying O-ver you...