Far over the Misty Mountains Cold

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 heights The wind was moaning in the night The fire was red, it flaming spread The trees like torches blazed with light The wind was on the withered heath But in the forest stirred no leaf There shadows lay (shadows lay) Be night or day (be night or day) And dark things silent crept beneath Farewell we call to hearth and hall Though wind may blow and rain may fall We must away (we must away), ere break of day (ere break of day) Far over wood and mountain tall We must away We must away We ride before the break of day...