9 acessos
How many riders
Are there following our trail
Strange looking Strider,
Can you see them on the hill
How many riders
Are there following our trail
And woe, Lord, save us from those riders on our tail
What was that awful sound I heard off in the wood
Bad, grief, it rakes my bones and I'd hide us if I could
How many more days till we all reach Rivendell
And woe, Lord, save us from those riders on our tail
Gandalf, tell me that you think all will go well
What ever possessed us to journey into Hell
"Nobody knows," he said, "But those riders are up there still!"
And woe, Lord, save us from those riders on our tail
Interlude
Off in the distance, I could see them closing in
Hold your breath, don't lose your head when times are looking so grim
Over the ford and we'll be safe in Rivendell
And woe, Lord, save us from those riders on our tail
How many riders are there following our trail
Strange looking Strider, can you see them on the hill
How many riders are there following our trail
And woe, Lord, save us from those riders on our tail