Pony Man by Gordon Lightfoot
Tom Bombadil Lyrics by Drummor

When your lost in the Old Forest and you need a place to stay.
If you're lucky you will see him as he skips along his way.
Listen very carefully and follow if you will.
In meadow, hill or vale, you'll see Tom Bombadil.

He always seems to show up, when things are looking grim.
He commands Old Man Willow and the Wights they all fear him.
His songs they are all powerful and he dances at the Rill.
His wife is fine Goldberry and he is Tom Bombadil.

He might just invite you, to share a cup of cheer.
He'll feed you nuts and berries, at the fire gather near.
The tales he will tell you of flower and tree and king.
When all is dark and quiet, then his tale he starts to sing.

He sings of Old Man Willow, who's roots are all gone bad.
A mighty weaver of spells he is, but still his story sad.
For once a young and mighty tree, ‘til the darkness fell on him.
Now old and gnarled and rotten, his heart it has gone grim.

His boots are bright yellow, his coat a lovely blue.
I hope you get to me him, and he gets to sing to you!

The Barrows he knows each of them, and who within them lay.
Damsels fair, and noble lords, now shun the light of day.
They turned into the Barrow Wights, from magic that was sent.
From the dread Witch King of Angmar, who to his will were bent.

But Tom he has the stronger song, he is master of his own.
He doesn't own an acorn, a lily or a stone.
He wanders free and laughing upon the hills and vales.
A passing to all the folk, his wonderous ancient tales.

His boots are bright yellow, his coat a lovely blue.
I hope you get to me him, and he gets to sing to you!

When your lost in the Old Forest and you need a place to stay.
If you're lucky you will see him as he skips along his way.
Listen very carefully and follow if you will.
In meadow, hill or vale, you'll see Tom Bombadil.