okay, bc the delightful and awesome ninayasmijn asked if I could possibly post all the original lyrics I have written… 

So, here are all the lyrics I have written! 

(so far, ahahaha. I will update this as I write more songs in the fic, and link it in the Mighty Sansukh Masterpost where you can also find these recorded and sung by lots and lots of awesome people including myself gulp)

The Dwarves’ Marching Song – Chapter 5

And her beard was as soft as the downy wing
Of the birds that fly home at the call of spring,
O! Why did I leave her, why did I roam?
For now and forever I’ll be marching home!‏‎

Gimli’s Mining Ditty – Chapter 8

Bijebruk! Bijebruk!
Sort the iron from the muck!
Pile it in the rattling truck,
And take it to the fire.

Âdhhyîr! Âdhhyîr!
Can’t wait til I’m out of here!
Sipping on a frosty beer,
Is all that I desire!‏                  

I Sit Beside the Fire and Think* – Chapter 10

I sit beside the fire and think
Of all that I have seen,
Of meadow-flowers and butterflies
In summers that have been.

I sit beside the fire and think
Of people long ago,
And people who will see a world
That I shall never know.

I sit beside the fire and think
Of words I never said,
Of promises and wishes made
All locked up in my head.

I sit beside the fire and think
I hear him now and then.
But still I wait to hear that knock
Upon my door again.‏

* First two stanzas written by Tolkien, last two by me.

The Song of Beginnings – Chapter 28

In the beginning we were stone and the stone was dead,
And the stone was hard and cold.
The stone was taken and the stone was shaped
In the darkness of the days of old.
The hands that loved us made us secret and strong;
The mind that wrought us knew we did not belong;
A discordant note in the primeval Song.
Blessed be Mahal and the mercy of the One.

In the beginning we were stone and the stone was mute
And stone has no will of its own.
Mahal gave us his will and moved us with his love,
And we thought his thoughts alone.
Then we sang with his words and we saw with his eyes;
We felt his great joys and we sighed with his sighs;
And all that we did was as he had devised.
Blessed be Mahal and the mercy of the One.

In the beginning we were stone and the stone was afraid,
For all things desire to grow.
We were found imperfect and cowered in shame,
And we discovered fear and sorrow.
And our thoughts were our own and our will was too;
Away from the fatal hammer-blow we drew,
And we wept as Mahal prepared all his work to undo.
Blessed be Mahal and the mercy of the One.

In the beginning we were stone and the stone became flesh,
And the flesh was new and pure.
The One looked at us with pity and upon Mahal with love,
And permitted us to endure.
The Seven were bound in slumber fathoms deep,
Against the coming of the Children their secrets to keep;
In darkness and in stone they were laid to sleep.
Blessed be Mahal and the mercy of the One.

In the end we will be flesh, and the flesh will fail,
And our lives will return to the stone.
The world will be renewed at the end of all days:
Again our works will be Mahal’s alone.
And we will heal the great wounds in the skin of the earth;
We will sing with our words; we will prove our great worth.
We will never forget that we were stone at birth;
Blessed be Mahal and the mercy of the One.

The Iron Hills For Me – Chapter 34
(SHEET MUSIC AVAILABLE UPON REQUEST – just send me an ask!)

My home is no great hall of stone:
No golden treasures greet me.
Nor an ancient place of great renown
No grandeur in its history.

My home may not seem much to you
And pretty poor you think her
But gold and gems will turn on you
Where iron will not falter.

O but take me where the falcons scream
And the wind rips round the mountains,
Where the waters run as red as blood
And cascade in crashing fountains.

My home is hard and poor and free
And untamed as any lion.
No gold nor gems does she have for me,
Her proud hard heart is iron.

My home is far away from here
My hearth it calls me sadly
My forge it lies so cold and drear
When it used to echo gladly.

O I long for where the sun beats down
And the rivers roar with fierceness
Where the earth is painted red not brown
And the weather scares me beardless.

For gems and gold and mighty halls
The great will bid us roam.
And each time we obey their call
We pray that we come home.

Soon the drums will sound again
And out we’ll trot like cattle
The lordly need that iron blood
For watering their battle.

O I’ll turn my feet towards the north
Like a compass ever true
I’ll never roam again henceforth
From my land of red and blue

O I dream of jagged rusty skies,
And her savage wild beauty.
I see her when I close my eyes,
The Iron Hills for me.‏

Broadbeam Cradle-Song – Chapter 37
(SHEET MUSIC AVAILABLE UPON REQUEST – just send me an ask!)

It was a very special day
The most special beyond measure
Because it was upon that day
That Mahal made a treasure.

He took the diamonds from the sky,
And made them glow and glow
Then he put them in your eyes
And how I love them so.

He took the shine of silver
As bright as bright can be,
He fashioned it into your smile
And then gave you to me

He took the gentle gleam of gold
And cupped it in his hands
And made a loving little heart
The best in all the lands

He took the mithril sweet and pure
And made a little soul
And then he saw my empty arms,
And so he made them whole.

I thank him for you every day,
And love you through and through
And with each morning sun that dawns
I am more in love with you.

Wherever you may wander,
And whatever you may mine,
You are always loved, my baby,
Until the end of time.

It was a very special day
The most special beyond measure
Because it was upon that day
That Mahal made a treasure.

Light on the Horizon (chapter 45)

Though my heart may be heavy,
Though I wander afar,
I will come to the morning
Over sea and under star.

Where you go there will I follow,
For you are my guiding star.
I will never fear tomorrow.
There is comfort where you are.

Though the starlight is fading (I am lost in the dark),
Though the night gathers fast (take my hand).
There’s a new world awaiting (with you here by my side)
Lay your burden down at last (at last).

There’s a light on the horizon,
There’s a voice that calls my name,
There’s a place that I belong,
There’s an ever-burning flame.

Far from hope and from home (far from all that I knew),
Full of sorrow and fear (meleth nîn),
You are never alone (ghivashelê I’m near, I am near)
I will always be here (I am here).

Out of dark to the day’s rising,
Death itself will I defy,
For the road goes ever on,
To your arms will I fly.

I was worn, I was weary (annon ûr, nîn angin),
With suspicion and shame (Âzyungel),
Now I stand in the sunlight (now I stand in the light)
And my heart it calls your name (and my heart calls your name).

And the road takes me onward,
Takes me far from my door.
Never now will I falter,
Since you taught me how to soar.

I will wait for you forever,
I will be here when you call,
And if ever you should stumble,
I will catch you if you fall.

There’s a light on the horizon,
There’s a ship upon the sea,
Now the world is so much wider,
For you wander it with me.

And the sun shines out the clearer,
Golden glory in the blue!
There’s a light on the horizon,
And it’s guiding me to you.