[Verse 1]
Oh yesss… we remembers it still, we does…
Cold dark hole, yes, but it was ours… ours…
Birthday lights flickered on the water,
Shiny thing fell right into our hands… yes it did…
So bright… so perfect… so round and sweet…
It whispered our name, oh yes it did,
Gave us warmth when the world was cold…
My precious… my precious… born to me…
[Chorus]
My precious, oh my precious light,
Came to me on a lonely night…
Birthday gift from the dark and deep,
Mine to hold… mine to keep…
But it’s gone… stolen away…
Baggins took it… ran away…
We won’t forget, we won’t forgive…
We’ll find it yet… as long as we live…
[Interlude: The Split Voice
(soft, trembling voice — Smeagol)
Smeagol:]
We… we didn’t mean harm… no…
We just wanted it safe, precious…
It was kind to us… it loved us… yes…
[(sharp, hissing voice — Gollum)
Gollum:]
Lied. Lied. Taken. Stolen.
Baggins stole it from us!
[(Smeagol, pleading)]
[Smeagol:]
But he called us friend… nice hobbit…
Maybe we could go back… say sorry…
[(Gollum, furious whisper)
Gollum:]
NO FRIEND. NO SORRY. THIEF!
We hates him forever!
[(brief overlap, voices clash)
Smeagol:[
Don’t hurt him…
[Gollum:]
We will FIND him!
[Verse 2]
Sneaky little thief, oh yes, Baggins…
Took it, took it, broke the promise…
We was kind once, we was nice once…
But the precious made us strong again…
We sees him in the shadows, yes we do…
Every path, every whisper, every fool…
He cannot hide forever, no no no…
We will crawl, we will follow, we will go…
[Interlude II: Broken Argument]
[(Smeagol, shaking)
Smeagol:]
We could rest… we could sleep…
No more chasing… no more hurting…
[(Gollum, circling)
Gollum:]
No rest. No sleep.
Only precious matters.
[(Smeagol, softer)
Smeagol:]
But we’re tired… we’re lost…
[(Gollum, almost tender but twisted)
Gollum:]
Lost without it… yes…
But we will not be alone… not if we have it…
[(together, overlapping whisper)
Smeagol & Gollum:]
My precious…
Mine… ours…
Always ours…
[Final Chorus]
My precious, hear our plea,
You belong only to me…
Across the dark, across the fire,
We climb higher… higher… higher…
Baggins cannot hide or flee,
We will come… you’ll see… you’ll see…
My precious waits, but not for long…
We’re coming home where we belong…
ElCeviche
