Maury Laws, Glenn Yarbrough - That's What Bilbo Baggins Hates [####] | Текст песни

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• That's What Bilbo Baggins Hates [####]

Chip the glasses, crack the plates
That's what Bilbo Baggins hates
That's what Bilbo Baggins hates
So carefully, carefully with the plates
Blunt the knives and bend the forks
Smash the bottles, burn the corks
That's what Bilbo Baggins hates
So carefully, carefully with the plates

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
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
For ancient king, elvish lord
There many a gloaming 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

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 biased 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 their hall to dying-fall
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon

We must away, ere break of day
To win our harps and gold from him...

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