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.