Far over
the Misty Mountains cold
To dungeons deep
and caverns old
We must away
ere break of day,
To find our long-forgotten gold
The pines were roaring
on the height
The winds were moaning
in the night
The fire was red,
it flaming spread
The trees like torches
blazed with light.
the Misty Mountains cold
To dungeons deep
and caverns old
We must away
ere break of day,
To find our long-forgotten gold
The pines were roaring
on the height
The winds were moaning
in the night
The fire was red,
it flaming spread
The trees like torches
blazed with light.