Far Over The Misty Mountains Cold

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[Verse 1]
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Far over the misty mountains cold
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To dungeons deep and caverns old
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We must away ere break of day
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To seek the pale enchanted gold.


[Verse 2]
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The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
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While hammers fell like ringing bells
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In places deep, where dark things sleep,
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In hollow halls beneath the fells.


[Verse 3]
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For ancient king and elvish lord
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There many a gleaming golden hoard
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They shaped and wrought, and light they cau---ght
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To hide in ge--ms on hilt of sword


[Verse 4]
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On silver ne--ckla--ces they strung
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The flowering stars, o--n crowns they hung
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The dragon-fire, in twisted wire
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They meshed the light of moon and sun.


[Instrumental]
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[Verse 5]
Am
Far over the misty mountains cold
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To dungeons deep and caverns old
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We must away, ere break of day,
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To claim our long-forgotten gold.


[Verse 6]
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Goblets they carved there for themselves
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And harps of gold; where no man delves
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There lay they long, and many a song
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Was sung unhea--rd by men or elves.


[Verse 7]
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The pines were roaring on the height,
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The winds were moaning in the night.
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The fire was re--d, it flaming sprea--d;
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The trees like torches blazed with light.


[Verse 8]
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The bells were ringing i--n the dale
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And men looked up with faces pale;
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The dragon's ire more fierce than fire
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Laid low their towers and houses frail.


[Verse 9]
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The mountain smoked beneath the moon;
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The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom.
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They fled their hall to dying fall
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Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.


[Verse 10]
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Far over the misty mountains grim
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To dungeons dee--p and caverns dim
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We must away, ere break of day,
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To win our harps and gold from him!

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Far over the misty mountains cold
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To dungeons deep and caverns old...