1. Come live with me and be my love,
   And we will all the pleasures prove
   That we in dark and deeply mined
   Chasms of black Moria find.
   
   And we will sit beneath the ridge
   And watch the Balrog keep the bridge
   Above the fiery pit whose smoke
   Makes even orcish fighters choke.
2. The watchmaker
   Who rigged for me
   The warp drive flange
   Out of space debris
   Has given my crew
   A working ship
   So we’ll make it through
   From this scouting trip.
3. We’ve tried each spinning space mote
   And reckoned its true worth:
   Take us back again to the homes of men
   On the cool, green hills of Earth.
   
   Rocannon has windbeasts
   And hilfs who act like lords.
   But you just might, if you have to fight,
   Be spitted on their swords.
   
   To ice-encrusted Gethen
   Our coming was foretold.
   But who’d have known we’d sleep alone
   And wake up twice as cold?
   
   The dusty moon Anarres
   Is home to anarchists
   Who can only live because they give
   And by gifts their world exists.
   
   While rich and fertile Urras
   Is plagued with poverty.
   The poor all cry looking at the sky
   That the moon’s the place to be.
   
   On peaceful settled O
   The Night and Day are wed
   Sedoretu build on the vows fulfilled
   Both in and out of bed.
   
   The Hainish sent out ships
   For many a planetfall.
   But changeling breeds in time have needs
   To be Ekumenical.
   
   We pray for one last landing
   On the globe that gave us birth;
   Let us rest our eyes on the friendly skies
   And the cool, green hills of Earth.

(Originally posted on Making Light)