[Verse 1]
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 height
The winds were moaning in the night
The fire was red, it flaming spread
The trees like torches blazed with light

[Verse 2]
Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep, and caverns old
For ancient king, and elvish lord
There many a gleaming golden hoard
They shaped and wrought, and light they caught
To hide in gems, on hilt of sword

[Verse 3]
Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep, and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To see the pale, enchanted gold