The Lord of the Silver Fountains - Dwarrowdelf

The woods shall wave on mountains

And grass beneath the sun;

His wealth shall flow in fountains

And the rivers golden run

The streams shall run in gladness

The lakes shall shine and burn

All sorrow fail and sadness

At the Mountain-king's return!

The King beneath the mountains

The King of carven stone

The lord of silver fountains

Shall come into his own!

His crown shall be upholden

His harp shall be restrung

His halls shall echo golden

To songs of yore re-sung

Now call we over mountains cold

'Come back unto the caverns old'!

Here at the Gates the king awaits

His hands are rich with gems and gold

The King beneath the mountains

The King of carven stone

The lord of silver fountains

Shall come into his own!

His crown shall be upholden

His harp shall be restrung

His halls shall echo golden

To songs of yore re-sung