Long before men tread Middle-Earth
Before the dwarves and elves gave birth
There lived a race for the trees' defence
In the heart of Fangorn, there live the Ents

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Patient farmers they tend the woods
Gaurdians of stems and of roots
The hear the arbors' laments and wails
From falling axes leaving tearful trails

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For Living creatures all roam the land
But hasty judgements make careless hands
One thoughtless word from a thoughtless king
A thousand creatures die beneath the trees

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The rivers will flow though their course may change
The birds are born and will fly away
Men will come and men will go
But the Ents remain through the melting snow

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Ha-room...Ha-da-ra-room
Ha-room...Ha-da-ra-room

Long before men tread Middle-Earth
Before the dwarves and elves gave birth
There lived a race for the trees' defence
In the heart of Fangorn, there live the Ents

Ha-room...Ha-da-ra-room
Ha-room...Ha-da-ra-room
Ha-room...Ha-da-ra-room
Ha-room...Ha-da-ra-room
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