Intro:
Verse 1:
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.
Verse 2:
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.
Verse 3:
For ancient king and elvish lord
there're many a gleaming golden hoard.
They shaped and wrought and light they caught
to hide in gems on hilt of sword.
Verse 4:
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.
Verse 5:
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.
Verse 6:
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.
Verse 7:
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.
Verse 8:
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.
Verse 9:
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.
Verse 10:
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.
Outro:
Far over the misty mountains cold
to dungeons deep and caverns old...