The Pale of Mirkwood, Realm of the Bear

[Intro] It only gets more and more ominous… This is what you left the Shire for… Mr Underhill indeed… [Verse 1] The forest darkens to our right, The wildlands stretch upon our left. And every rustle gives me fright — For Beorn’s realm is strange and deft. The shadow of Mirkwood looms ahead, Yet Gandalf turns us toward the west. “Not the forest yet,” he calmly said — “First the Bear’s land, then you rest.” [Hook] The trees grow dense, and the wilds grow wide We walk between the danger waiting on either side We’re out of supplies, and still tired and worn And we tread in a place where wild is born The trees grow dense, and the wilds grow wide We walk between the danger waiting on either side [Verse 2] The Dwarves tales make me forlorn They have already heard of this 'Beorn' [Spoken in Panic, Multiple Voices] “A skin‑changer lives upon this plain… A man by day, a beast by night.” “I’ve heard he tears his foes in twain!” “I’ve heard he can track you by your fright!” [return to main vocal] Their voices tremble across the grass, Their boots grow quiet on the stone. For we know every shadow that we pass Is watching, waiting to strip flesh from bone [Hook] The trees grow dense, and the wilds grow wide We walk between the danger waiting on either side We’re in need of water, shelter and hot meals But I can’t help thinking this is how the food feels The trees grow dense, and the wilds grow wide We walk between the danger waiting on either side [Bridge] The wind grows still as the daylight fades, And something moves beyond the briar. A shape in shadow, broad as glades — A harth of earth, a hint of fire. The path bends low beneath the hill, The grass lies pressed as if by tread. And every heartbeat seems to fill With the footfall we all currently dread. [Spoken Calmly by an Older male vocal] “Walk softly now… his home is near. He knows these lands, and all who roam. Speak truth, keep peace, and master fear — For Beorn waits… and this is his home.” [Hook] The trees grow dense, and the wilds grow wide We walk between the danger waiting on either side Now we’ve come to his abode, and we’re to approach it in file I can’t help think Gandalf knows well more behind his broadening smile The trees grow dense, and the wilds grow wide We walk between the danger waiting on either side