Far over the Misty Mountains Cold - Geoff Castellucci

Lyrics by：David Long

Composed by：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 forgaten gold

The pines were roaring on the heights

The winds was 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

There 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 await

We must await

We right before the break of day