While scholars argue that this song is more dwarvish than hobbity, it must be admitted that the hobbits of Tookland are less "hobbity" than others, what with their adventurous spirits. This Tookish lullaby reflects their restless nature. It is an uneasy song, more suited to sleeping under the stars than sitting by the hearth, and the singer must fit the words round the tune, much as the rustling of the wind in the wood, as it finds its way round the limbs and through the leaves, so to speak.

The wind walks wild o’er the darkling world;
‘Tis time to seek my resting place.
The trees their banners of leaves unfurled
Are waving their farewells.

Tuck me up ‘neath the wide-spreading tree;
Spread a blanket of wildflowers to keep.
Clouds and skies to fill up my eyes,
As the wind sings me to my sleep.

I’ve wandered far from my familiar home
My hidey-hole where my true love waits.
Forgetting the reasons I e’er sought to roam,
No more will my straying feet lead me away.

Tuck me up ‘neath the wide-spreading tree;
Spread a blanket of wildflowers to keep.
Clouds and skies to fill up my eyes,
As the wind sings me to my sleep.

The wind walks wild neath the darkling moon, playing  
Hide and seek 'hind the scudding clouds. 
The shy wild creatures will go to ground soon
And my time is nearly o'er. 

I’ve wandered far from my familiar home
The hidey-hole where my true love waits. 
Forgetting the reasons I e’er sought to roam, 
No more will my straying feet lead me away. 

Tuck me up ‘neath the wide-spreading tree; 
Spread a blanket of starlight to keep. 
Clouds and sky to fill up my eye, 
As the wind sings me to my sleep.

(As appears in All That Glisters, Chapter 32, "Sweet Draughts and Savoury Biscuits", and in Family Matters)

(Originally posted 12/28/2004; new verses added 3/24/2025)