Far over the misty mountains cold To dungeons deep and caverns old We must away a 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
The bells were ringing in the dale And men they looked up with faces pale The dragon's ire more fierce than fire Laid low their towers and houses frail