[Melissa Bonny]
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

[Melissa Bonny & Tom Englund]
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

[Melissa Bonny & Tom Englund]
The world was young, the mountains green
No stain yet on the Moon was seen
No words were laid on streams or stone
When Durin woke he was alone

[Melissa Bonny & Tom Englund]
A king he was on carven throne
In many-pillared halls of stone
With golden roves and silver floor
And runes of power upon the door

[Melissa Bonny & Tom Englund]
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

[Melissa Bonny]
The world is grey, the mountains old
The forge's fire is ashen-cold