If I could be king, or a lord of this land
With all of the hobbits at my sole command
What power I'd wield, and how great it would be
To rule o'er the land, just as far as I see
 
But I am no king, but a mere humble lad
Who lives in a hole with his Ma and his Pa
From out of the window I view my domain
A small patch of lawn is the size of my reign
 
I go for a walk, just to clear out my head
For thoughts of such grandeur should stay in my bed
Along the old paths I have wandered before
I always feel grand just to wander once more

I look at the fields where I toiled all today
I was huffing and puffing, collecting the hay
I will always remember the times working here
My blood's in the land, and my sweat and my tears

I walk by the streams where so often I fish
And under the colourful rainbows I wish
I stroll in the fields where as children we'd play
And walk by the trees where exhausted we'd lay

I climb up the hills and I look at the scene
A patchwork of meadows in yellow and green
I see all the paths that I frequently roam
I see all the burrows my kin folk call home

Oh, I am not king, but I don't need to be
For all of the Shire has a small part of me
And all other hobbits are just like me too
We rule altogether, we're Kings me and you.