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