歌词
作词 : David Long
作曲 : David Long
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 height,
The winds were moaning in the night,
The fire was red,it flaming spread,
The trees like torches blazed with light,
The wind was on the withered heath,
But in the forest stirred no leaf,
The shadows lay be night or day,
And dark things silent crept beneath,
Farewell we call to hearth and hall,
Though wind may blow and rain may fall,
We must await ere break of day,
Far over wood and mountain tall,
We must away,we must away,
We arrive before the break of day,