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.
Far over the misty mountains cold To dungeons deep, and caverns old 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.
Far over the misty mountains cold To dungeons deep, and caverns old.
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.
Far over the misty mountains cold To dungeons deep, and caverns old 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.
Far over the misty mountains grim To dungeons deep and caverns dim To win our harps and gold from him!