Far over the misty mountains cold,
to dungeons deep and caverns old.
We must away ere break of day
to seek our 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.
For ancient king and elvish lord
there many a gleaming golden hoard
they shaped an wrought, and light they caught
to hide in gems on hilt of sword.
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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.
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.