From outside the gates to inside the shire
Sunrise to sundown
Francis Huntington and myself bow in front of each other and shake hands
Francis Huntington and myself are well known around here
He's a legend in this place
And I'm doing well for myself and holding my own
Throughout the day
Francis Huntington and myself acknowledge the very few and the extreme many
We greet the few, the many, the happy, and the proud
We hear the childish glee from the wee ones
Somewhere lost in the crowd
Francis Huntington and myself smile to one another
The day is exactly how we'd want it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem