To the tune of The Ballad of the Green Berets by Sgt. Barry Sadler
Fighting rangers from the field
Fearless men a sword to wield.
Men who mean their every word
The brave men of the Citadel guard.
Put silver trees upon their chests
These are men they’re Gondor’s best
One hundred men will the Steward assay
but few will serve the Tower Guard way.
Trained to live off Ithilien’s land
trained as sword’s men under Steward’s command
Men who fight both fast and hard
courage speaks of the Citadel guard.
With silver trees upon their chests
these are men they’re Gondor’s best.
One hundred men the Steward will see
but very few will a Tower Guard be.
In Minas Tirith a young maid waits
her Citadel Guard has met his fate
he has died for those distressed
leaving her this last request.
Put the silver tree on my son’s chest
make him one of Gondor’s best
He’ll be a man they’ll test one day
Have him follow the Tower Guard’s way.