Far Over the Misty Mountains Cold

[Song Book] 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

[Original J.R.R. Tolkien] Far over the Misty Mountains cold To dungeons deep and caverns old We must away, ere break of day To seek our 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, on 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 heights The wind was 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 The 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 the 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!

The wind was on the withered heath But in the forest stirred no leaf There shadows lay be night or day And dark things silent crept beneath

The wind came down from mountains cold And like a tide it roared and rolled The branches groaned, the forest moaned And leaves were laid upon the mould The wind went on from West to East; All movement in the forest ceased But shrill and harsh across the marsh Its whistling voices were released

The grasses hissed, their tassels bent The reeds were rattling--on it went O'er shaken pool under heavens cool Where racing clouds were torn and rent

It passed the Lonely Mountain bare And swept above the dragon's lair There black and dark lay boulders stark And flying smoke was in the air

It left the world and took its flight Over the wide seas of the night The moon set sail upon the gale And stars were fanned to leaping light

Under the Mountain dark and tall The King has come unto his hall! His foe is dead, the Worm of Dread And ever so his foes shall fall!

The sword is sharp, the spear is long The arrow swift, the Gate is strong The heart is bold that looks on gold The dwarves no more shall suffer wrong 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

On silver necklaces they strung The light of stars, on crowns they hung The dragon-fire, from twisted wire The melody of harps they wrung

The mountain throne once more is freed! O! Wandering folk, the summons heed! Come haste! Come haste! Across the waste! The king of friend and kin has need

Now call we over the mountains cold 'Come back unto the caverns old! Here at the gates the king awaits His hands are rich with gems and gold

The king has come unto his hall Under the Mountain dark and tall The Wyrm of Dread is slain and dead And ever so our foes shall fall

Farewell we call to hearth and hall! Though wind may blow and rain may fall We must away, ere break of day Far over the wood and mountain tall

To Rivendell, where Elves yet dwell In glades beneath the misty fell Through moor and waste we ride in haste And whither then we cannot tell

With foes ahead, behind us dread Beneath the sky shall be our bed Until at last our toil be passed Our journey done, our errand sped

We must away! We must away! We ride before the break of day!