Over misty mountains cold
O mountains cold
To dungeons deep and carvens old
And carvens old
We must away ere break of day
Ere break of day
To seek the pale enchanted gold
Enchanted gold

The pines were roaring on the height
Roaring on height
The winds were moaning in the night
Moaning in night
The fire was red, its flaming spread
Its flaming spread
The trees, like torches, blazed with light
They blazed with light

In the darkness bind them

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

For ancient king and elfish lord
There many a gleaming golden horde
They shaped and wrought, and light they caught
To hide in gems on hilt of sword

In the darkness bind them
In the darkness bind them
In the darkness bind them
In the darkness bind them

Over misty mountains cold
O mountains cold
To dungeons deep and carvens old
And carvens old
We must away ere break of day
Ere break of day
To seek the pale enchanted gold
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

For ancient king and elfish lord
There many a gleaming golden horde
They shaped and wrought, and light they caught
To hide in gems on hilt of sword

In the darkness bind them

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

For ancient king and elfish lord
There many a gleaming golden horde
They shaped and wrought, and light they caught
To hide in gems on hilt of sword

In the darkness bind them
In the darkness bind them
In the darkness bind them
In the darkness bind them

In the darkness bind them