Far Over The Misty Mountains Cold

Capo 3rd

                        
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


                         
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.