歌詞

Far over the Misty Mountains cold Through dungeons deep and caverns old We must away, ere break of day To find our long forgotten gold The pines were roaring in the heights The winds were moaning in the nights The fire was red, it flaming spread The trees like torches, all 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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