Misty Mountains

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

Farewell we call

To hearth and hall

Though wind may blow

And rain may fall

We must away

Ere break of day

Far o'er the wood

And mountain tall

For ancient king

And elvish lord

There many a

Gleaming golden hoard

They shaped and wrought

And light they caught

To hidе in gems

On hilt of sword

Far over the Misty Mountains grim

To dungeons deep

And caverns dim

We must away

Ere break of day

To win our harps

And gold from him

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

We must away

Ere break of day

To find our long

Forgotten gold