A Gardener Lyrics

by Lammoth
Album: Onward 
As the rolling fire dances

I sit and wonder what peril lies ahead

A gardener,

with a beast saved from Bree

Arise from your quiet fields

And shake the towers of the great

Revived,

A lone pony stands

Waiting not for his master

But for his brother

His watcher

His comrade

His friend

A gardener,

with a beast saved from Bree

Arise from your quiet fields

And shake the towers of the great