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

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 wind was on the withered heath
But in the forest stirred no leaf
There shadows lay (shadows lay)
Be night or day (be night or day)
And dark things silent crept beneath

Farеwell we call to hearth and hall
Though wind may blow and rain may fall
Wе must away, ere break of day (we must away, ere break of day)
Far over wood and mountain tall

We must away, we must away
We ride before the break of day