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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
Writer(s): Frances Rosemary Walsh, David Geoffrey Donaldson, Janet Roddick, Stephen Gerard Roche, David Orien Long, Philippa Jane Boyens Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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