A song written about me hometown of Brockenborings. It really is a fair old town, it is.
Best sung to the tune of When Irish Eyes Are Smiling, I used a slight variation of it as the base fer me own version. Have a look at Where the Great Peace River Flows and listen to the midi there, so yer are able ter join in on the chorus!
The Brockenborings Song
To the east of Bindbole forest Hidden by the line of trees There's a village near a windmill creaking in the Greenfields breeze Come inside to meet the locals Settle down and have some tea In our home of Brockenborings Such a quaint old place to be
There are beds with dainty roses Hobbits tend to every lawn There are luscious apple orchards Planted back in times foregone Children play around the village Chasing sheep and dogs with glee In our home of Brockenborings Such a quaint old place to be
All the lads are stout and handsome Quick of wit, with smiles that gleam All the lasses fair and happy Looking like a summer dream Couples meet beneath the windmill Holding hands so tenderly In our home of Brockenborings Such a quaint old place to be
On the hill a fair old tavern Where the music plays all night And the local food and porter Gives you nothing but delight So come in and meet the locals They will greet you merrily In our home of Brockenborings Such a quaint old place to be