The Misty Mountains Cold
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 seek the pale enchanted gold.
- The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
- While hammers fell like ringing bells,
- In places deep, where dark things sleep,
- In hollow halls beneath the fells.
- For ancient king and elvish lord
- There many a gleaming golden hoard
- They shaped and wrought,
- and light they caught,
- To hide in gems on hilt of sword.
- On silver necklaces they strung
- The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
- The dragon fire, in twisted wire
- They meshed the light of moon and sun.
- Far over the misty mountains cold,
- To dungeons deep and caverns old,
- We must away, ere break of day,
- To claim our long forgotten gold.
- Goblets they carved
- there for themselves.
- And harps of gold, where no man delves
- There lay they long, and many a song
- Was sung unheard by men or elves.
- 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.
- The bells were ringing in the dale,
- And men looked up with faces pale.
- Then dragon's ire,
- more fierce than fire,
- Laid low their towers and houses frail.
- The mountain smoked beneath the moon.
- The dwarves, they heard
- the tramp of doom.
- They fled their hall to dying fall
- Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.
- 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.
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