Testo di The Nine Riders

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