Far Over the Misty Mountains Cold - Mansfield Middle School Chamber Choir, Howard Shore

Far over the misty mountains cold

To dungeons deep and caverns old

The pines were roaring on the heights,

The wind was moaning in the night,

The fire was red, it flaming spread,

The trees like torches blazed with light.

(The trees like torches blazed with light.)

(The mountain smoked beneath the moon.)

(The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom.)

(They fled the hall to dying fall)

(Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.)

(The sword is sharp, the spear is long,)

(The dwarves no more shall suffer wrong.)

The king has come unto his hall

And ever so our foes shall fall!