Far over misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To seek the pale enchanted gold
The dwarves of yore made mighty spells
While hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep where dark things sleep
In hollow halls beneath the fells
On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon-fire; in twisted wire
They meshed the light of moon and sun
And goblets carved they for themselves
And harps of gold; where no man delves
There lay they long, and many a song
Was sung unheard by men or elves
The bells were ringing in the dale
And men looked up with faces pale
The dragon's ire more fierce than fire
Laid low their towers and houses frail
The mountains smoked beneath the moon
The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom
They fled their hall to dying fall
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To seek the pale enchanted gold
The dwarves of yore made mighty spells
While hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep where dark things sleep
In hollow halls beneath the fells
On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon-fire; in twisted wire
They meshed the light of moon and sun
And goblets carved they for themselves
And harps of gold; where no man delves
There lay they long, and many a song
Was sung unheard by men or elves
The bells were ringing in the dale
And men looked up with faces pale
The dragon's ire more fierce than fire
Laid low their towers and houses frail
The mountains smoked beneath the moon
The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom
They fled their hall to dying fall
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon
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