The Hermit of Misty Mountain

I went to a Hermit of Misty Mountain who lives in a cave above

And I asked this wise old man

“ Oh, Mr Hermit, what is a love...?”

He said, “Love is a boat that sails to heaven on a river that has no end...

It’s a magic carpet to the Valley of Dreams... that’s a love my friend...”

So I asked this Hermit of a Misty Mountain who lives where the cold winds blow

“ If I find this thing called love... oh, Mr Hermit, how will I know...?

He said, “You’ll see the Sun when it isn’t shining and the stars when they don’t glow...

And you’ll hear songs when there ain’t no singing...

That’s a-how you’ll know...”

So I said to a Hermit of Misty Mountain before these things are thru

“When I find this thing called love,.. oh, Mr Hermit, what do I do?

He said, “Treasure this love much more than gold and care for it tenderly...

Or you’ll be a Hermit on a Misty Mountain

A fool like me

A fool like me

Aaaw, you’ll be a fool like me

A fool like me...”