~*~Rosie's Song~*~
Warm is the wind in the rue and the heather dewy the dell where the ferns freely teem fresh is the fragrance of earth newly plowed cool is the mist of the low-hanging cloud 'neath birches and willows beside the mill stream.
Red are the strawberries ripe in the field blue are the columbines wild in the vale pink the sweetbriar that twines in the hedge white is the clover-bloom, gold the broom sedge silver the sunshine that warms your long trail.
Light is my step at the sound of your coming my ears hear your voice in the haze-covered hills; the Shire is all turned out, clad in spring-best waiting to welcome you from your long quest gay is the song that my heart sudden fills.
Now you've returned and the trouble has ended soon you will clasp me and call me your bride our mourning will be changed to dancing and cheer our garden will flourish for many a year our land we will heal as we work side by side!
A/N: This song has been set to music! You can hear it here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dFzvDoTIQjI
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