[ti:Misty Mountains]
[ar:Peter Hollens]
[al:Peter Hollens]
[00:00.00]
[00:22.90]Far over the Misty Mountains cold
[00:32.13]To dungeons deep and caverns old
[00:41.45]We must away, ere break of day,
[00:51.03]To find our long forgotten gold.
[00:59.94]
[01:00.67]The pines were roaring on the height,
[01:10.05]The winds were moaning in the night.
[01:19.47]The fire was red, it flaming spread;
[01:29.66]The trees like torches blazed with light.
[01:39.11]
[01:39.53]The wind was on the withered heath,
[01:48.91]But in the forest stirred no leaf:
[01:58.07]Their shadows lay be night or day,
[02:07.59]And dark things silent crept beneath.
[02:16.94]
[02:17.58](Aaaahh aaahh...)
[02:51.78]
[02:52.66]The wind went on from West to East;
[03:02.10]All movement in the forest ceased,
[03:11.77]But shrill and harsh across the marsh
[03:21.32]Its whistling voices were released.
[03:30.54]
[03:31.27]Farewell we call to hearth and hall!
[03:40.89]Though wind may blow and rain may fall,
[03:50.47]We must away ere break of day
[04:00.14]Far over wood and mountain tall.
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