Against the Wind - Bob Catley

Old friends never clandestine

Bold destinies, hearts entwined

One voice that was lost in time

Walking tall against the wind

First wave of a turning tide

One bastion, truth and pride

Strikes out for the last in line

As we claw against the wind

Go, valiant talon kind

In your heart the fearless goal

Old and young enough to die

We must hide the precious gift

From hands the light betrayed

Go

For we must return it to

The fire from whence it came

Nine came from forsaken lands

Cloaked travellers, half-ling band

Free souls with the truth in hand

Try to forge against the wind

We shadows of Moria

Shaped light from Lothlorien

Take flight, gentle warriors

As we soar against the wind

Go, valiant talon kind

In your heart the fearless goal

Old and young enough to die

We must hide the precious gift

From hands the light betrayed

Go

For we must return it to

The fire from whence it came

Go, valiant talon kind

In your heart the fearless goal

Old and young enough to die

We must hide the precious gift

From hands the light betrayed

Go

For we must return it to

The fire from whence it came

Go, valiant talon kind

In your heart the fearless goal

Old and young enough to die

We must hide the precious gift

From hands the light betrayed

Go

For we must return it to

The fire from whence it came

Go, valiant talon kind

In your heart the fearless goal

Old and young enough to die

We must hide the precious gift

From hands the light betrayed

Go

For we must return it to

The fire from whence it came