
Misty Mountains Jonathan Young (Ft. Colm R. McGuinness & Peyton Parrish)
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[Verse 1: Jonathan Young]
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
[Verse 2: Jonathan Young]
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
[Verse 3: Colm R. McGuinness]
Farewell we call to hearth and hall
Though wind may blow and rain may fall
We must away, ere break of day
Far o'er the wood and mountain tall
[Verse 4: Jonathan Young & Colm R. McGuinness]
For ancient king and elvish lord
There many a gleaming goldеn hoard
They shaped and wrought, and light they caught
To hidе in gems on hilt of sword
[Verse 5: Peyton Parrish]
Far over the Misty Mountains grim
To dungeons deep and caverns dim
We must away, ere break of day
To win our harps and gold from him
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
[Verse 2: Jonathan Young]
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
[Verse 3: Colm R. McGuinness]
Farewell we call to hearth and hall
Though wind may blow and rain may fall
We must away, ere break of day
Far o'er the wood and mountain tall
[Verse 4: Jonathan Young & Colm R. McGuinness]
For ancient king and elvish lord
There many a gleaming goldеn hoard
They shaped and wrought, and light they caught
To hidе in gems on hilt of sword
[Verse 5: Peyton Parrish]
Far over the Misty Mountains grim
To dungeons deep and caverns dim
We must away, ere break of day
To win our harps and gold from him
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