Farewell we call to hearth and hall!
Though wind may blow and rain may fall
We must away ere break of day
Far over wood and mountain tall
We must away ere break of day
Far over wood and mountain tall

To Rivendell where Elves yet dwell
In glades beneath the mist fell
Through moor and waste we ride in haste
And whither then we cannot tell
Through moor and waste we ride in haste
And whither then we cannot tell

With foes ahead, behind us dread
Beneath the sky shall be our bed
Until at last our toil be passed
Our journey done, our errand sped
Until at last our toil be passed
Our journey done, our errand sped

We must away! We must away!
We ride before the break of day!