| Song | The Man in the Wood |
| Artist | Glass hammer |
| Album | The Middle Earth Album |
| The man in the wood had a silver sword | |
| His coat was of green and gray | |
| Without a sound he walked the ground | |
| He’d come a weary way | |
| Alas the night was falling | |
| When up ahead a-calling | |
| Rose such a frightful bawling | |
| He ne’er had heard before | |
| A Halfling lad was camping near | |
| To fish from the streams of the glade | |
| He heard the screech and leapt to reach | |
| His trusty hunting blade | |
| Alas the night was falling | |
| When up ahead a-calling | |
| Rose such a frightful bawling | |
| He ne’er had heard before | |
| The man dashed into the Hobbit camp | |
| The Hobbit clutched his knife | |
| He saw the silver sword now drawn, | |
| Felt threatened for his life | |
| Alas the night was falling | |
| When up ahead a-calling | |
| Rose such a frightful bawling | |
| He ne’er had heard before | |
| This little lad had naught to fear | |
| From the man with the silver sword | |
| Who pushed him back and proudly stood | |
| Like an ancient warrior lord | |
| Alas the night was falling | |
| When up ahead a-calling | |
| Rose such a frightful bawling | |
| He ne’er had heard before | |
| As darkness fell the sound came close | |
| And crashing through the trees | |
| A hooded thing with a golden ring | |
| That’d make your blood to freeze | |
| Alas the night was falling | |
| When up ahead a-calling | |
| Rose such a frightful bawling | |
| He ne’er had heard before | |
| The man in the wood, though fear he felt | |
| Did wield his sword while singing | |
| Of ancient days and mighty ways | |
| His sword with death was stinging | |
| Alas the night was falling | |
| When up ahead a-calling | |
| Rose such a frightful bawling | |
| He ne’er had heard before | |
| The man in the wood, his battle done | |
| Then turned and spoke to the boy | |
| “Back to Bree; away with thee! | |
| And live to know of joy!” | |
| Alas the night was falling | |
| And now with dinner a-calling | |
| The Halfling turned to wave farewell | |
| But the man in the wood was gone |
| The man in the wood had a silver sword | |
| His coat was of green and gray | |
| Without a sound he walked the ground | |
| He' d come a weary way | |
| Alas the night was falling | |
| When up ahead acalling | |
| Rose such a frightful bawling | |
| He ne' er had heard before | |
| A Halfling lad was camping near | |
| To fish from the streams of the glade | |
| He heard the screech and leapt to reach | |
| His trusty hunting blade | |
| Alas the night was falling | |
| When up ahead acalling | |
| Rose such a frightful bawling | |
| He ne' er had heard before | |
| The man dashed into the Hobbit camp | |
| The Hobbit clutched his knife | |
| He saw the silver sword now drawn, | |
| Felt threatened for his life | |
| Alas the night was falling | |
| When up ahead acalling | |
| Rose such a frightful bawling | |
| He ne' er had heard before | |
| This little lad had naught to fear | |
| From the man with the silver sword | |
| Who pushed him back and proudly stood | |
| Like an ancient warrior lord | |
| Alas the night was falling | |
| When up ahead acalling | |
| Rose such a frightful bawling | |
| He ne' er had heard before | |
| As darkness fell the sound came close | |
| And crashing through the trees | |
| A hooded thing with a golden ring | |
| That' d make your blood to freeze | |
| Alas the night was falling | |
| When up ahead acalling | |
| Rose such a frightful bawling | |
| He ne' er had heard before | |
| The man in the wood, though fear he felt | |
| Did wield his sword while singing | |
| Of ancient days and mighty ways | |
| His sword with death was stinging | |
| Alas the night was falling | |
| When up ahead acalling | |
| Rose such a frightful bawling | |
| He ne' er had heard before | |
| The man in the wood, his battle done | |
| Then turned and spoke to the boy | |
| " Back to Bree away with thee! | |
| And live to know of joy!" | |
| Alas the night was falling | |
| And now with dinner acalling | |
| The Halfling turned to wave farewell | |
| But the man in the wood was gone |