Misty Mountains

Far over the Misty Mountains cold
Through dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day
To find our long forgotten gold

The pines were roaring in the heights
The winds were moaning in the nights
The fire was red, it flaming spread
The trees like torches, all blazed with light



Credits
Writer(s): Frances Rosemary Walsh, David Geoffrey Donaldson, Janet Roddick, Stephen Gerard Roche, David Orien Long, Philippa Jane Boyens
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