This is a song, written by Merry and Pippin while they were in Minas Tirith after the end of the War, while they awaited their chance to go home.  It appears in my WIP, "Chance Encounter" in my LiveJournal. 

DOWN THE GREEN HILLS

“The Road has brought us ever on

A long and winding way,

And step by step it lead us on

Through fire and flood and dark and dawn

Further from home each day.

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Of the world’s beauty and sorrow

There is much we can tell,

And through darkness and through shadow,

We have fought to find tomorrow,

And hoped all would be well.

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No matter how far we would roam,

Together or apart,

When we struggled on all alone,

Our dreams were always of home,

For there we kept our heart.

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Where the Brandywine meanders

Down through the rushes green,

In rills and ripples wanders

On past all the gentle splendors

Of every rustic scene.

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Where the scent of summer clover

So sweetly fills the air,

And the bees through fields of heather

Over open blossoms hover

On warm mornings so fair.

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Oh, there is much we can admire

Here in this world of Men,

But we will find our heart’s desire

On down the Green Hills of the Shire;

We will be home again.”