All that is gold does not glitter,

not all who wander are lost;

The old that is strong does not wither,

Deep roots are not touched by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,

A light from the shadows shall spring;

Renewed shall be blade that was broken:

The crownless again shall be king.

No. I'm not cool enough to have that memorized.

Gm fren.