Anduin River keeps on rollin',
Carry me home to see my kin.
Singin' songs about the Southland,
I miss old Gondor once again, and I think it's a sin.
Well, I heard the legends tell about me,
Well, I heard old Malbeth 'bout the king
Those prophecies have got it right, now,
Let's just hope Frodo chucks that Ring. (And I hope he does!)
CHORUS
Sweet home Minas Tirith,
Where the tombs are so grand
Sweet home Minas Tirith,
A monarch's comin' to this land.
In the Citadel they've got a Steward (Boo hoo hoo)
Now I will do what I must do.
I hope old Denny won't remember me,
Does "Thorongil" mean aught to you? (Tell the truth!)
CHORUS
Sweet home Minas Tirith,
Where the stones are so white
Sweet home Minas Tirith
Yeah, the Dead will help us fight!
Now Halbarad has brought some Rangers,
Elf twins, and Arwen's standard too,
Let's hope we make it to my City,
This War has got me feeling blue. (How 'bout you?)
CHORUS
Sweet home Minas Tirith,
Where the rock minstrels sing
Sweet home Minas Tirith,
Where the crown awaits the King.
(Repeat and fade out)
Original lyrics can be found here:
http://ntl.matrix.com.br/pfilho/html/lyrics/s/sweet_home_alabama.txt
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