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Jerephath Of Aragathorn ©

Gordon Fjaelberg
Bridgend, Wales
1983

Yes, it's easy to die
When you're riding your horse
On a bleak, dismal day,
And it's easy to cry
When you suffer the pain
Of a now vanished way.
But with sword and with spear
And great oaken shield,
A stranger to fear
Who cannot say: "Yield!"
He's the last of his line,
He's a man out of time,
He is Jerephath of Aragathorn.

Watch him as he rides
Across the plain,
A man whose tribe shall not
Be seen again,
Chasing shadows long
Pursued in vain;
He's a man full of hate,
He's a man out of date,
He is Jerephath of Aragathorn.

So, where does a man go
When his future is dead
And the past is a shrine?
By some camp-fire's glow,
With the earth for a bed
Drinking yesterday's wine.
But with sword and with spear
And great oaken shield,
A stranger to fear
Who cannot say: "Yield!"
He's the last of his line,
He's a man out of time,
He is Jerephath of Aragathorn.

Watch him as he rides
Across the plain,
A man whose tribe shall not
Be seen again,
Chasing shadows long
Pursued in vain;
He's a man full of hate,
He's a man out of date,
He is Jerephath of Aragathorn.

When just hatred survives,
And the vengeance you crave
Is your ultimate goal,
It's a strong man who thrives,
For the fires which burn
Deeply, temper your soul.
But with sword and with spear
And great oaken shield,
A stranger to fear
Who cannot say: "Yield!"
He's the last of his line,
He's a man out of time,
He is Jerephath of Aragathorn.

Watch him as he rides
Across the plain,
A man whose tribe shall not
Be seen again,
Chasing shadows long
Pursued in vain;
He's a man full of hate,
He's a man out of date,
He is Jerephath of Aragathorn.

Oh, Aragathorn!
Where peace gave an answer
And love showed the way.
Was a man ever torn?
Though hatred's a cancer,
Somebody must pay.
But with sword and with spear
And great oaken shield,
A stranger to fear
Who cannot say: "Yield!"
He's the last of his line,
He's a man out of time,
He is Jerephath of Aragathorn.

Watch him as he rides
Across the plain,
A man whose tribe shall not
Be seen again,
Chasing shadows long
Pursued in vain;
He's a man full of hate,
He's a man out of date,
He is Jerephath of Aragathorn.



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