Far over
The misty mountains cold
To dungeons depp
And caverns old
We must away
Ere break of day
To found 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
We must away, ere break of day
To find our long-forgotten gold
Far over... Far over
the misty mountains cold

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