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 winds were moaning in the night,
The fire was red, it flaming spread,
The trees like torches blazed with light.
[00:22.920]Far over the misty mountains cold,
[00:31.740]To dungeons deep and caverns old
[00:40.840]We must away, ere break of day
[00:49.620]To find our long forgotten gold
[01:00.590]The pines were roaring on the heights,
[01:09.450]The winds were moaning in the night,
[01:18.580]The fire was red, it flaming spread,
[01:27.720]The trees like torches blazed with light.
