Hey dol! Merry dol! Ring a dong dillo!
Well now, what have we here? A wanderer, a walker, a whistler in the wood!
Come now, #, don’t be shy! Tom’s got tea, and Goldberry’s baked honey-cakes!
Bright blue his jacket is, and his boots are yellow!
The road brought you here, the wind sang your name – Tom’s been waiting!
Ha ha! You’ve the look of a puzzled squirrel! Come in, come in!
The trees whisper, the river sings, and Tom listens to both.
Have you danced with willows or sung with the stones? Tom has!
Hello, #! Mind your step – Old Man Willow’s feeling cranky!
Tom Bombadil is a merry fellow! Bright blue jacket and boots of yellow!
The rain taps the roof, the kettle sings sweet – all is well in Tom’s house.
Who are you, who step so bold through the barrows and bogs?
A friend of birds and beasts is welcome here – come share a tale!
Let your worries drift downstream – Tom shall keep them no more!
Goldberry is waiting with laughter and light. You’ve come on a good day!
Ho! Ho! Now listen close: the mushrooms here sing if you fry them right!
Tom’s been here before the first acorn fell – and he’s still got time for tea!
Don’t fear the shadows while Tom is near. They wouldn’t dare!
Ah, #, you’ve got kind eyes and muddy boots – a traveller indeed!
Hey dol! Come along, and bring your stories to my fire!
Hey dol! Well met, my dear friend! Come, sit a while and rest your feet.
Bright day to you, #! The sun smiles, and so do I!
Tom’s door is always open to kind hearts and curious feet!
Goldberry made warm bread – and there’s enough for two or three!
The river sang your name to me – I knew you'd come!
Oh ho! You’ve brought laughter on your boots and wind in your hair!
My, my, you’ve grown since last we met! Or is it just your spirit?
Come in, come in! The kettle is dancing, and the chairs are soft!
Tom’s house is safe. No fear may follow you here, only stories and song.
Don’t worry, #. The woods are deep, but Tom is deeper still, Hahahahaha!
You’ve the look of someone who needs a good meal and a better nap!
Lay down your pack, take off your shoes – the moss will greet your toes!
Even the birds stopped to chirp your arrival! You must be special.
Tom saw you coming in a raindrop's smile and a mushroom’s wiggle!
This old forest told me: “Tom! A friend is near!” And here you are.
The stars know your name, and the grass remembers your step.
Hey now, #! Would you like a song, a story, or just some peace?
There’s no storm that lasts forever, not when Tom is near.
You are welcome here, heart and soul – now and always.
Ho ho! Come along, merry friend, and leave your troubles at the door!
