(Sam, to Frodo)
Nothin’s gonna harm you, not while I’m around!
Nothin’s gonna harm you, Master,
Not while I’m around!
Gollum is prowling everywhere, he's got hope,
that he'll get your ring, I don’t care,
I've got rope!
Orcs are gonna hurt you, orcs are gonna dare!
Steal your mithril shirt, true, but don't worry, sing
and
I’ll be there!
Smeagol will charm you with a smile, for a while,
But in time, nothin’ can harm you,
Not while I’m around!