Tall Grass - Bombadil

The tall grass swings to the rhythm of the falling rain

That drops its beads on the flowers below

The sun shines down like a spotlight on center stage

And all the creatures feel the morning time rage

On that center stage

The soft wind sings to the jitter of the dancing trees

That drop their leaves like a fly on the go

The dark clouds ring out a RUMBLE WHILE THE SUN ABSTAINS

And we’re all dancing to that summer time rain

Call us all insane

Where did you look in a mirror what did you see saw

Myself tell me more a little bit clearer than before