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
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
