Misty Mountains
| Far over the misty mountains cold | gis Fis gis |
| To dungeons deep and caverns old | gis Fis gis |
| We must away ere break of day | gis Fis |
| To seek the pale enchanted gold. | E dis gis |
| The dwarves of yore made mighty spells, | gis Fis gis |
| While hammers fell like ringing bells | gis Fis dis (H) |
| In places deep, where dark things sleep, | gis Fis |
| In hollow halls beneath the fells. | E dis gis |
| For ancient king and elvish lord | gis Fis gis |
| There many a gleaming golden hoard | gis Fis gis |
| They shaped and wrought, and light they caught | gis Fis |
| To hide in gems on hilt of sword. | E dis gis |
| On silver necklaces they strung | gis Fis gis |
| The flowering stars, on crowns they hung | gis Fis dis (H) |
| The dragon-fire, in twisted wire | gis Fis |
| They meshed the light of moon and sun. | E dis gis |
| Far over the misty mountains cold | gis Fis gis |
| To dungeons deep and caverns old | gis Fis gis |
| We must away, ere break of day, | gis Fis |
| To claim our long-forgotten gold. | E dis gis |
| Goblets they carved there for themselves | gis Fis gis |
| And harps of gold; where no man delves | gis Fis dis (H) |
| There lay they long, and many a song | gis Fis |
| Was sung unheard by men or elves. | E dis gis |
| The pines were roaring on the height, | gis Fis gis |
| The winds were moaning in the night. | gis Fis gis |
| The fire was red, it flaming spread; | gis Fis |
| The trees like torches blazed with light. | E dis gis |
| The bells were ringing in the dale | gis Fis gis |
| And men looked up with faces pale; | gis Fis dis (H) |
| Then dragon’s ire more fierce than fire | gis Fis |
| Laid low their towers and houses frail. | E dis gis |
| The mountain smoked beneath the moon; | gis Fis gis |
| The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom. | gis Fis gis |
| They fled their hall, to dying fall | gis Fis |
| Beneath his feet, beneath the moon. | E dis gis |
| Far over the misty mountains grim | gis Fis gis |
| To dungeons deep and caverns dim | gis Fis dis (H) |
| We must away, ere break of day, | gis Fis |
| To win our harps and gold from him! | E dis gis |